WRATH Lyrics

Bitter, blood-soaked bread, and a planner-full of pills

Slide into a stomach that doesn't want to be filled

Decrepit, dark asylum walls yearn for the days they were built

Gesture to the grave, "that's the next stop for me"

As your family almost slips down the hill with your body

"I would die before I'd go into a home"

And that is how it will be

Your smile - the only warmth left in the halls of the beast

Did you, too, dream of pulling out strips of your teeth?

We're all fucking the king for his sword, and just keeping the sheath

They won't stand at the pulpit of christ

And speak false claims of me

You'd best believe

Wouldn't you come back

To tell me

There's more?

Wouldn't you linger

In the frame

Of my door?

You are so silent

You are somewhere

Not here or now

In this kingdom

Crown of flowers

On this brow

We both deserve more