Songtext von Rites Of Investiture

Fiending children writhe The cradle cap will fall Rings attach the hands Shadow black and cold Etching out a space Forge the thumbprint Fake the name Leave without a trace Spark the friction Breath to the edge Stare into the tunnels eyes Nature is cruel Make everyone pay This road will lead you to the end Pacing the room Forgetting the rules Dry rust teaming from the lip Arms will make the gate Buckle from the weight Fiending wet nurse writhe It echoes through the night String attached to cans We digging with our hands Etching out a space Forge the thumbprint Fake the name Leave without a trace Spark the friction Breath to the edge You’re pushing for weeks before the day Beware Mirror You've got the right to stay sedate You panic, depress, corroborate In time you'll know You've got the right to stay sedate Don't shake the alter We tasted blood We tasted blood Dry rust teaming from the lip Arms will make the gate Buckle from the weight Blind wince tear away the lips Legs to push the weight Heavy through the gate