In The Red

[words: Rion Lipynsky]

I hear flowing lava here in this freezing dawn...

there is a deficiency of mercy

(and) an efficiency of heresy

after all these years

im underneath the fire

this is the molten mourning

just another pyre

in the red glowing...chasing the blinding opal

in the red glowing...smoked out in the pristine chamber

who would dare spit in the face of destruction?

these butchers are just hallucinations

so understand this:

I have no problem stepping on a heart if it pollutes my haven

So let me sleep!

or ill strike down with the hammer on the last nail in the coffin

.....the needle is pinned......