Paroles de The Symptomatic

Sacred absurdities stumble down the catwalk Silky fabrics of fraud conceal the ugliness Their sanctity is fiction, their milk is poison And still admiration weighs upon their shoulders Never dare to question the unnatural Never dare to doubt the illogical The agonies of faith you must endure Seeking to suffer until no longer impure To nothingness you recite your odes To emptiness you paint your frescos The two-edged sword of loyalty sways Tearing your limbs by cutting both ways Mere submissive and inert minds Pursuing for bliss by casting sense aside In a monochrome reality you feel security Strapped down by dogmas and infirmity In non-existent prospect of redemption You kneel down before the cruciform icon Bite the body in an ecstatic frenzy Swallow the blood to cleanse your heart