The Anarchic Liberation Of The Eyewitness Religion 歌词

Avoiding death is losing the game of exile My scent is decay, all the empty milkbottles reflect in my surface I was sold at the river to the red, replacable slaves and the story became faster and faster The map was planned out, the black flag cries and all books are cooked up Think of a number and divide it by me something results to nothing and nothing is nothing An exalted destiny approaches me hostile I'd like to deny the inevitable and experience the impossible There has never been a number and I break in diamond shapes Only because contradictions come true with every tread & change Only because affairs rise up by the dead & escape in new rules the barrier will resist, if desired again, the vennered exo-skeleton Responses become, if received, the winnows of my frozen pilgrimage I can open the serpent now and burn my lied out face can glozing over wear down thinking of the number and not of the answer You said, I wasn't a tunafish wrapped in tinfoil For all watches are silent right away and I am much too big to jump over the burning water The table is gone I'm going down going down