Diablerie Lyrics

You know how you got here

You know damn well how you got here

So unburden yourself before the panic commits your heart to the endless concrete

And watch me, You watch me

Untitled, Nomadic

I am the cradle

I am the insult

And I am the grave

No substance

Ears ringing:

The only sound except for this room's army of machines singing me to sympathetic sleep

And I'm again reminded:

I am the cradle

I am the insult

And I am the grave

No substance

Prophecies

Masked as cacophonies

It's in atrocities we learn just who we are

Serpent hymns

Like seas of twisting limbs

Will always drive us from the fears that drive our hearts

You know how

You know how you got here

And now here we are:

There are no saints in these lands

The streets reduced to filthy sand

Sustaining pure utility

Wounds weeping:

The only sensation remaining

Pain brings you to your knees

Grinding me to sympathetic sleep

And I'm again divided

I am the cradle

I am the insult

I am the grave

I am the tragic lack of consequence

I am the cradle

I am the insult

I am the grave

No substance