Salt And Wrath

Born not of innocence but infantile avidity

I let this mortal frame enrage my heart and conquer me

Is this the light i claim i want the world to see?

Or this the salt he said he needed me to be?

The pressure's building to a boil on my tongue

Festering, writhing still

Festering, writhing 'til the tension climaxes

A delicate balance in a maelstrom of misery

It seems that solace is a fantasy

And peace alludes my inmost being

Only his heart contains the will to hold so great a peace

Still i pray i feel this madness fades, i feel this madness fade

Ensnaring thoughts slip through my mind like poison

Ophidian words drip from my lips in venomous wrath

If i could bridle this fire, if i could tame this spark

But i know that it's futile without your intervention

All i need is resignation to a greater dependance

Born not of innocence but infantile avidity

I let this mortal frame enrage my heart and conquer me

Is this the light i claim i want the world to see?

Or this the salt he said he needed me to be?