Burn the Priest Suffering Bastard Lyrics:
Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls
predicting strife. Cranium exposed, denial of
aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this
burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags. I don't
know what the fuck have I become? Synapses
snapping mortality decimated. Breakdown whiskey
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shifts hate into overdrive. Realizing it's murder
of the self so clean. Hand reaches out desecrates
impunity. Ripping away foundation's identity
replacing with shame. Transgression mythologized,
indiscretions immortalized. Anger inflamed with
dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a bloody
mess. Visiting dark sites unknown, grief lands
like a ton of bricks. All of this burnt to ashes,
all of this torn to rags:
Lyrics: Suffering Bastard, Burn the Priest [end]