The Hierophant

No more can I bear the corridors of youth
And all the many pathways diverging from
Innocent, god-fearing sin-stealer spits upon the foundry
Where our sickened ilk could melt and grow

Wall bound spectres leer and taunt me
Haunting my hearth and home
Skin prick simple
In deepest dredges
A hedge of every lurid luxury

Leave me here

Will it ever be enough
To offer up my body to the concrete
Light as a feather
Stiff as a board
Begging for another taste of the sword

Let it go
Give me every reason not to let it go
Let it go
Give me every reason not to let it go
Let it go
Give me every reason not to let it go
Let it go
Give me every reason not to let it go

Yearning on for better days
The concubine of aging bones
Seduction plays at innocence
Bound by the creature comforts of assuredness
Yearning on for better days
The concubine of aging bones
Seduction plays at innocence
Bound by the creature comforts of assuredness

Born again to barren womb
To keep me cold and free
Born again to barren womb
To keep me cold and free
Graceless guide and shadows loom
Reminding me of my depravity

How we kill for purest tome
How we lust for what we know
How we kill for purest tome
How we lust for what we know



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Schuster
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