Lyrics
Lord of the irons, yet master of none
White hot from the pyre, but the damage
Is done
The wax has melted; reveal the wick within
Begin total bisect. My fingers grip the skin
Blood flows downward when the nails dig in
Scalp detaches; bregmatic cranial split
Self-Schism: The last chance of escape
Devour the hours until darkness is left
The mind exposed so the illness can drain
Hemispherical rupture; cerebral chasm remains
Let division continue. Palates and ribs break
Organ partition fall to feed the snakes
Self-Schism: The last chance of escape
Devour the hours until only darkness is left
Only darkness is left
Pace slips from my life
Dread consumes