The Coming Swarm 가사

Of grander visions, delusions abound Stark conjurations, and the means unsound In the coming swarm of my thoughts I'm found Upon broken pillars of doubt and down On fractured limbs wounded left to crawl Through the wash and tide, engulfed and sprawled Out barren, bleeding, ripped open all To the endless ocean of my back I call Tossing in its throes again Transposing prose to verse Preparing for the worst again So do your worst No borrowed tenets of corroding faith Just contradictions and eroding shame In of what was nothing, now is even less In my dying hour nothing to confess Born adrift in a flooding plane, rotting stench in a forgotten wreck Receding waters, fermenting flesh Oppressive sickle now reaping death Littered carcass, bone and dust Wounded sky raining will to rust Iron core struck against the stone Tattered, broken, strewn Darkened skies, fixed to pen lament Haunted vigil, no relent Seeding vengeance, bleeding wrath Fixed upon their battlements Tossing in its throes again Transposing prose to verse Preparing for the worst again So do your worst