The trick Thaumaturgist will bless Psuedo-Cannibalist redemption ritual Empty flesh vessel filled with false hope Freedom forfeited before it's inception
Rigid scripture for the idiot Paper thin solace for the weak Fear is the catalyst for your faith Fear and an impotent rage
Your holy words my rolling paper Your redemption a mind abduction Your salvation as solid as vapor Dissipates like the mirage it is
Now the serpent coils around your ankles Dragging you under Eyes gleam, hands flail for a savior Your core torn asunder
