Pupil Slicer
The Song at Creation’s End
I wear this liar's crown
Though my wings are ripped and old
Say "never ever after", a coat in molten gold
The lust for my destruction, then given to desire
Until there comes an end, I'm filled with raging fire

Hollow brittle stone, fossilized in grief
A relic that once beat, plucked away by a thief
Transform them down to marrow
A beast there now resides
Reforged in my new image, now spilling their insides

I wear this liar's crown
Though my wings are ripped and old
Say "never ever after", a coat in molten gold
The lust for my destruction, then given to desire
Until there comes an end, engulfed with raging fire
So I cast this message out, do not avert your eyes
Death lurks in the dark, the agony of hope's demise
The hole in my chest, where the flesh is lacerated
To whence I did reside, I project this - hatred

The fear of the blood creates fear for the flesh
Upon this rotting world, this plane it does infest
Just like that world, died to me, tragic and writ in blood
Chandelier of blades, held by a thread
To share this passionless feeling
I sleep here, motionless
Fragmented and projecting
The fate of every cell that exists
Withering mortality
Relief in the promise that I give

"Hold me, erase me"
The scream of the shallow, disloyal and faithless
Inherit my hell, I intone with glee
Maelstrom - inhuman making
Despair with me
But now I know I'm not alone
Belief in more than me
I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps

Past the far edge of fate
The song at creation's end

But now I know I'm not alone
Belief in more than me
I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps
I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps
I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps
I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps