Francis M.
VITRO
TORN FROM YOUR THRONE OF LIES
THEY'LL EAT YOU ALIVE
WHEN HELL FIRES FREEZE, I'LL SALVAGE THE PAST
YOU'LL BURN AT THE STEAK
OUR WOUNDS COLLAPSE

THIS WORLD IS CRUEL, THIS WORLD IS COLD
THIS TAIL WE'RE CHASING, HAS ALREADY GROWN OLD
THE SEAS RISE, THE HEAVENS COLLIDE
LIGHT WILL FADE, FADE INTO THE NIGHT

THIS WORLD IS CRUEL, BUT THIS WORLD IS MINE
WHEN YOUR LIFE HAS CRUMBLED WITH NO USE FOR GOD
LOOK UP TO THE SKY
THE HEAVENS COLLIDE, I STILL SPIT ON YOUR TOMB
YOUR EYES FADE INTO THE NIGHT
YOUR SPIRIT IN VITRO DEAD ROOTS IN HER WOMB

TORN FROM YOUR THRONE OF LIES
THEY'LL EAT YOU ALIVE
WHEN HELL FIRES FREEZE, I'LL SALVAGE THE PAST
YOU'LL BURN AT THE STEAK
OUR WOUNDS COLLAPSE

STUMBLED THROUGH WAKING LIFE, HER UNDYING PRIDE
THIS WORLD IS CRUEL, THIS WORLD IS COLD, THIS WORLD IS MINE