Fornicating Angel Lyrics

Wound upon wound,
Tattered memoirs of withered frowns
Weaving the veil, constricting the chasm
Permeating torments drenched
In fragments of reality

A journey
A rite, a passing
To none, but Oneself
Drowned in the wholeness of His contraction
Thrusting - stabbing through

“When time’s passage withers you to nothing,
you, who will not feel another’s pain,
you’ve lost the right to call yourself human”
For the vessel has been broken
Laid waste beyond the furnace of your heart
Dissolved through the black fame
In your soulless depths

Rivers through scars, the landscape shifts
Wound upon wound upon memory
Thrusting the chasm - hammer to anvil
Condensing causality

A rite, a passing
To none, but Oneself
Threading through the garden of delights
Where fesh is stranded as ornament of doubt

Drowned in the wholeness of His contraction
Thrusting - stabbing through:
“I once had a lovely dream
In it, I saw an apple tree,
And two of the most beautiful apples hug on it:
They called to me, and I climbed up”

“Your sort have always wanted apples,
Since you saw them in Eden,
And it makes me happy to know,
They grow within my garden”