Sculpt the Fiasco Lyrics

Boundless catastrophe
Ceaseless trepidation
Embracement of ourselves
Deathless quietus
Timeless acquiescence
Seed of ourselves

Seizing others with hands of abortion
Deriving only foul flesh and pus

To disenthrone from solitude and fear
Devouring them
And consulting the oracle of pain
The crying of all the body that shall die
The shivering of all the soul
That shall be burnt

The great pain
Thy body shall be more disquieting
Than ghastly verity
The great pain
Thy soul shall either lift
Or demolish the entire time

We shall sculpt the fiasco on our face
To seek salvation
To seek salvation

Can we forsake anguish
Can we abide an imbroglio of defeat

To be disenthralled
From the prison of nihilism
Awakening the body and soul

Thou shalt despond
In the dreadful enervation

The great pain
Thy body shall be more disquieting
Than ghastly verity
The great pain
Thy soul shall either lift
Or demolish the entire time

We shall sculpt the fiasco on our face
To seek salvation
To seek salvation