wraith does not wish to re-invent the industrial wheel. it only wants to pound it's personal spikes into it. it exists simply as an expression of existing.
and she doesn't hear my cries for sanctity
and she doesn't hear my cries of sin
i'd tell you, but you're already dead
or you're to be.... take us down now
what i want gives me power over you
what i have will make me whole
stay low before he sees you, he sees you
he sees you...
fiction heaven illusion
tainted victim blood
stripped for pain and raised to fall
malice night controls the distance breaks in time
so unreal
fucked to grind and bred to bleed
poison flesh kills and cruxified
believes inside of slaves denied
and i'm left screaming words, that will never
have their meaning
tell me the secrets no one else will tell
no one else will
tell me everything
