Blood rust incinerate

A common threat
Your shit intent
A cold truth to bear
The sick will ride in
The sick will ride in

Like a hammer through my soul
Like a hammer through my soul
It’s not in front of me
It’s not in front of me
But sewn into my throat

My dreams will end in rust
My life will end in blood

Blood rust incinerate

Possession prayer
To take me
A prayer for control
A prayer to disappear
Pray to disappear
Control
Control
That’s not my own