Raining Heresy

Too consumed and incomplete Only delusions are left to share Inconsistent melodies Of wrath, carnage and despair Blistered hearts Squirm in the dust of descending dignity Antidotes of perished thoughts Drip in the maws of apathy Hypnotized By the deeds of agony Purified By the endless screams of misery Planted, seething rage consumes the dying despondency This salted, preaching opiate That drives the engined age Raining Heresy The worship of the Unkind Raining Heresy Sever this trembling mind Terror will hall straight from their hands In commodified denials Broken jaws of vanished dust Are festering with pride Mouths full of dirt Their crooked teeth will drown in lies Extinguished lungs Will cut their shells of infected, sickly vines And blood-filled stains will drape their skin In a stoic, harmful win Sewn shut but not forgotten Is the bleeding wound within Easily Do they cut their way through time Brutally Is the slander of their knives Idleness ignites the belligerent flicker in their eyes Wrapped around in shifted peace Is their mournful will to die Raining Heresy The worship of the Unkind Raining Heresy Sever this trembling mind Terror will hall straight from their hands In commodified denials Broken jaws of vanished dust Are festering with pride Whoah Rapacious thoughts begin to reap The greasy host within Torn apart and fast forgotten Is the dooming haze of sin Raining Heresy Raining Heresy Raining Heresy Raining Heresy