VIII

All sinners shall rise beyond the sun ready to burn
I've found a new way to breathe in the clouds of my revolt
The selfishness of my cage the sulfur in my lungs
A mistress of my conscience in the wreckage of my laws
The friction of the weak, the torment of lambs
The will to kill my gods and become the consequence
Locked in my dead flesh, the thorns of disbelief
Calcifying my bounds, sinking further into their Tears
Prometheus is the highest in the tombs of my kin
Obsessed and devoured by the fire in your eyes
Returning, converging, a chance that you will miss
A memento; a promise, something to hold me as I die
The drops of deliverance, the last rise before the fall
Abysmal fulfillment, stitches in the sky
Remission in chaos, a will that never bends
The filth of my knowledge, scarecrows as my saints



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Writer(s): Filipe Dias
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