Sir Animus

Father let me cross the line

To lit the flame, the path, the superstition

Like a painter draws the line

To meet, to lead, subconcsious expeditions

Behind your soft portrait I find my home tonight my dear

Sir Animus, I need from you to be my arms my extention

Open my eyes, scream lesson 1, while in the corner I sit still

Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention

Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension

Sir Animus, we split in time like a cadaver in sections

Idiot savants, messin around while in the corner we sit still

Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention

Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension

Father, let me cross the line

To lit the flame, the path, the superstition

Like a painter draws the line

To meet, to lead, subconcsious expeditions

Behind your soft portrait I find my home tonight my dear

Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention

Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension

Sir Animus, the mirror's broken now I need your reflection

To open my eyes, to trade the venom for the c2h6 free

Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention

Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension

Since you were born your flesh it was already a ghost

So you built a metaphysical fortress

To keep outside the fright, but this you must know

You'll desintegrate along with your phony paper

Time shall quench the fire that made you glow

You could be the man who writes all history in paper

But time shall quench the fire that made it glow

Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention

Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension

Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention

Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension