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ireshrine - ferox lyrics

disturbed by phantom pains, a long forgotten feeling
pulls at your heart strings
once they begin to snap
spit in my eye and call me a wh0r-
eight hours of sleep is no replacement for
well made weaponry or your t–th and claws
just close your eyes
pretend you’re somewhere nice
i have become the anti
brother to the cold
breaker of the mold
and you have taken the weakness
contracted the sickness
that’s somehow more vicious
than wolves like me
feeble is the word you speak your philosophy
so tongue and cheek
within this dark hour you’ll bleed just like me
if you deny your hunger pains surely you will
go insane so let’s get to business and paint the walls red
you can’t resist it any more it’s scratching
at your chamber door so break the latch and let it in
to crawl beneath your paper skin
the rage provides a hand to guide
the pain reminds you that you’re alive breaks through
the numbness in this nerve damaged world as we all
watch it burn cattle led to the slaughter baby i’m your martyr
let’s play
apathy! it’s not my style
i’d much rather die on my feet
but now i’m slipping into your nightmare
and i’m craving
your awful disease
blinding lights cut out my eyes unsure if i should laugh or cry
i can’t stop shaking but it feels so warm
drunk on my own
arrogance i’m flying with the seraphims but i’m not so convinced that
this rooms not on fire so i
retreat! back to! the freezing night
i was almost bested by gravity, somehow i exist in this reality
i’ll navigate the holes in morality never to live in fear of my mortality
instead i’ll charge the field with my sword drawn, poised to f-ck the
great wh0r- of babylon, my blade invokes the cry of her siren
song, now i’ve had the best! how do i move on?
if my axe was broad enough
if the blade was sharp enough
if all the cities had just one throat
than i could mercy k!ll the world
the stars! the moon, the sun! the false gods
and the wolves just like me
what have we become? sentient, evil bipedal sc-m
as you comfort me! with your warm guiding hands
you profess to me your love although! you can’t heal my faith
you can’t feel my hate so don’t try

- ireshrine lyrics

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