Violent Gospels


For Whom a God Cries For?

Eric Vain
Eric Vain


Walk on fire to meet your maker 

These terrible lies seek out your taker 

Destroy it's heart, slowly beating for stranger things all misleading 


And when the rhythms fold 

And time's no longer king 

I'd live inside the pendulum of your broken clock

And when I'm ready to fall 

And take all hell with me 

I'd live inside hotel-rooms of your empty eye(s)


Stand paralyzed what time is feeding 

Stupid of wise there's no real meaning 

Gathered by will or fucking glory