Deadtime Stories Of The Fallen Idol

Forming tales of death

That will call the

Vile filth filled whores

That surround me

I will call on these faithless infesters

Of heartless emotion, from the black bruised and willing

Bare your worthless minds

That bleed for mankind

I will call the names

Of the one we blame

To leave the norm, for the warmth of another

You’re bound and tied to the lies of our father

A useless God watches you suffer in pain

When only one question brings down everything

I'd sell my soul to see the shell of who you used to be

I'd sell my soul to know that you hate me

I will call on these faithless infesters

Of heartless emotion

From the black bruised and willing

To leave the norm

For the warmth of another

You’re bound and tied

To the lies of our father

I dragged your soul to the unforgiving asunder

Forgiving the lost, among the mist of desire

Incased our minds to erase your failure

Incase our soul to move on to another