• Kissing Earth, I taste afterbirth
    Their machinations are coming
    I see the future before me
    My imagination's running

    Now who remains to tell me anything?

    Can you hear the lightning crying?
    Do you taste the stream of magma?
    Fingertips remain rough and scorched
    Stigmatas just feel like Karma

    I recall a time when the birds would sing

    Hanging here, I remember you
    I see your patrons in the crowd
    Father, why did you forsake me?
    Their spears scream that I am too loud

    The crown they gave me feels like it's burning