a grueling antithesis of power and might
love escapes, holding no one in sight
its all for one and one for one
in this gruesome world we can't seem to
see beyond
and the lies that hold us cold in their grip
primally meditate on our veinous drip
bleeding us of all our sense
forcing our hands at necromance
this dance of the dead we type ourselves in
a non-living entrance to the great within
