Slow, creeping, masochist known as the idea of faith. Blending, into our minds. Like a snake in the fucking grass of time. Coming, towards the core of our soul. To twist around it and entrap it in the never ending circle of time. This reel, of our show. Begins to fucking play.
Itching a feeling that will never cease to be. Dumping our mind down a goddamn well of deja vu, the cat before us. Beating your mind down into submission as you remember everything. Look in the mirror to teach you well. Free your soul may your flame now burn with eternal might.
For I am the one, who’s bleeding the son. With the bringer of light beheld in the hellish twilight. Insanity brang upon our freedoms might. Through prophecies and teachings of a fucking bastard.
Slipping further and further into the dark corners of belief. So many strange thoughts consuming my view, on this dark reality. Searching further and further into the vast of this human void. Feeding your mind with the devils trust. Free your soul may your flame now burn with eternal might.
For I am the one, who’s bleeding the son. With the bringer of light beheld in the hellish twilight. Insanity brang upon our freedoms might. Through prophecies and teachings of a fucking bastard.
Written in stone, lies the markings of life. Definition of, what we are too become. Pieces of dust, blown away with the fucking wind. Wasting no time, to repeat the fucking time circle. We are the ones, grown by death to kill again. We are the ones, dead and gone waste of fucking flesh. We are the ones who are doomed to repeat everything that we have done in this life for we are nothing but these tape reels.
So, why worship a god, when we are naught but a tape reel. So in thee, corners of reality, we plead to die eternally…
To die eternally...
So divine…
Slipping further and further into the dark corners of belief. So many strange thoughts consuming my view, on this dark reality. Searching further and further into the vast of this human void. Feeding your mind with the devils trust. Free your soul may your flame now burn with eternal might.
Itching a feeling that will never cease to be. Dumping our mind down a goddamn well of deja vu, the cat before us. Beating your mind down into submission as you remember everything. Look in the mirror to teach you well. Free your soul may your flame now burn with eternal might.
For I am the one, who’s bleeding the son. With the bringer of light beheld in the hellish twilight. Insanity brang upon our freedoms might. Through prophecies and teachings of a fucking bastard.
Slipping further and further into the dark corners of belief. So many strange thoughts consuming my view, on this dark reality. Searching further and further into the vast of this human void. Feeding your mind with the devils trust. Free your soul may your flame now burn with eternal might.
For I am the one, who’s bleeding the son. With the bringer of light beheld in the hellish twilight. Insanity brang upon our freedoms might. Through prophecies and teachings of a fucking bastard.
credits
from Dark Corners of Belief,
track released February 11, 2022
Written, recorded and produced by Darrin Lett. Session drums recorded by Krzysztof Klingbein.
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