We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

Bound and tortured, exhausted
To the point of being pulled into nonsense.
To die is to live and to suffer
Is to see man prosper past
The point of survival.
Crawling to the feet of
Thy Mother of anguish,
Shun and left to rot
Among the scrutiny of eyes.
Desperation for finality
Saturates each limb
Exposed to the flames,
The mass of flesh scorched
From itself.
The light's bleak nature dissolves
Into fractals of unbecoming,
Submitted to the abundance
Of void.

credits

from The Embodiment of Hate, released October 14, 2016

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Our Place of Worship Is Silence Seattle, Washington

contact / help

Contact Our Place of Worship Is Silence

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Our Place of Worship Is Silence, you may also like: