Confessor

The lie of free pleasure
Is the torture of love
A chest filled with treasure
Will sink deep in the mud
Our hands they are heavy
With the weight of the world
Gravity is consequent
With the loss of control

Laugh in each moments deafening roar
Laugh in your terror egocentric whore
Laugh with the madness you've grown to adore
Laugh in the good times, Hel is keeping score

We're held by our collars
Waiting, for to spring
In this pit of desire
In a state of frenzy

The cloying scent, bloodflow
Attends the feral beast

Whos white pointed canines
Gaurd the tongue of deceit

We are the confessors
Our words indelible
Stand as stark assesors
Form testament and will
Thou poised to devour
Verbal ones on the prowl
Prurient contestors
Incline their heads to howl

Laugh at each others weaknesses and pain
Laugh as the wrinkles steal your youth away
Laugh when your nervous to cover up the shame
Laugh when your happy, a joyous refrain

We're held by our collars
Waiting, for to spring
In this pit of desire
In a state of frenzy

The cloying scent, bloodflow
Attends the feral beast



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Campbell
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