A Gift of Razors Lyrics

I long for the stars. All darkness beckons me. To forget who we are and all we can’t unsee. In the distance where the sun cascades it’s throne. Never rest. Never grow old. The deeper the wound, the deeper the mark. As distorted outlines run suppressed in the dark. Damnation I am. Holding the lantern close. Dying in this terror I created in myself. Peaceful intentions to larval progressions. This hideous blackened trance. Gaze into torments made flesh. A skeletal gate. Hellish secrets seal my fate. I am free. I am dead. Still to the touch. Cold as lead. Paralyzed in despair. Left to weakness beyond compare. Sulphuric sages caress the crystal ball. Shadows silhouette the night from the flickering of a candle. I see all. Reeling rigid agony. A wall of decaying death. Invoking apparitions. Augmented sixth sense. Ruinous hexes thrown to the wind. A promise to harvest souls, with no intent to rescind. Swept beneath the tides of sanity. With nefarious strength, plunge deep into the frozen sea. A breath of malignant fever will carry the soul. A Gift Of Razors. Desolation untold. Within the black these sullen clouds frame lurid skies. An endless rain does fall. Only death can purify. All is lost, sending echoes through eternity. Purge myself with fire. Reckless destiny.