Throne Of Mutilation Lyrics

Oh what a world so plagued with beauty

The inhabitants would fight and die for a taste

Nowhere is too far, no thought of too much space

Let us pour the wine

For we are your entertainers

We may catch your eye

And gain your favor

But you will cast UV light

Across all of sight's colors

While we speak in black and white

Words unheard, progress undone

And no hatred overcome

Upon this throne of mutilation i rule

A king of my own despair

Limbs severed at the joints

A self made martyr of my own suffering

Exuberant calls for resuscitation of my spirt

And still all the trees in my orchard remain dead

Cursed bearing no fruit

Scorched by the wrathful sun

The soil of our being, dry and loose

The everlasting frozen night has been usurped by the molten dew of dawn

The air wet with regret, and indignant resentment

My life is no longer, the beauty no longer

The garden no longer, our world no longer