From the recording Violent Gospels
Lyrics
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 folds
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
These tides stand still, no epic mourning
And when the rhythms folds
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)
Your empty eyes