Eden Will Drown
Billy Rymer, Brendan Murphy, Greg Thomas, Will Putney
The blood of the lamb runs red in comparison to a sacred scapegoat clawing out of their own grave.
Eden will drown and the ash will turn to tar, collecting in the lungs of the exiled.
A soulless descent from the kingdom of heaven, disfigured by the stale embrace of saints.
I mark myself for sacrifice.
Martyred by my own will, a savior wears my skin.
Martyred by my own will as the sky is consumed by sin.
Hammering nails through my hands with the base of my skull.
Repentance rains from above to cleanse an impure paradise.
Sheltered by an open door and deafened by the cries of man as I welcome the storm, offering what's left of my soul.
Possessed, serpents sink their teeth.
Drink from the neck of god: Eden will drown.