Sitting on sounds waves demoted to mute Born into flames like a phoenix What did the third eye really have in mind? Tree shaped temples shred horizons
Cipher your way to the truth (Center the light inside your bone) Seek out the god that lurks in you
Contaminated tool Taken too soon Blinded by crosses with hands crucified Lost in a search for some purpose Tectonics colide, a coasing gear grind Scribed in lights inside my skull
Cipher your way to the truth (Center the light inside your bone) Seek out the god thar lurks in you
Contaminated tool Taken too soon Blinded by crosses with hands crucified No longer pledging allegiance
Cipher your way Seek out a god (Cipher your way to the truth. Seek out the god that lurks in you)
