˂/null˃ - Intellectual

[Intro]

My body, this fire

This fire

My body, this fire

This fire

My body, this fire

This fire

My body, this fire

This fire

My body, this fire

This fire

My body, this fire

This fire

My body, this fire

This fire

My body, this fire

This fire

[Verse 1]

Morning

The sun hangs low

Casting it's shadow like a stain

Peeling at the veins as a god goes north

On a day worth nothing

As ashes fill a digital urn

Tears like shovels soften the dirt

The sun hangs low

On a day worth nothing

[Verse 2]

Callous hands wrap around the frame

Of formaldehyde lungs stained

Black like the glow of an unplugged screen

Sever the umbilical

As the flesh rots away

[Verse 3]

Ampersand caskеt for God and her prophet

Proves that no pеace lives in the past tense

Now in every picture of you

There's a halo around your head

[Verse 4]

These pedals rot away

Just listen to me

Just let me know

That it's not real

Just listen to me

It's just misread

[Verse 5]

I pray for peace when life left your eyes

But the weight of heaven has me wasting breath

How pointless is it

The end of this world will be drowned

[Verse 6]

I dissolve in this sweetened deicide

As jealously and guilt become one in the same

You'll be alive with

Every color

Now as your illumination

[Verse 7]

I saw the fury at the edge of the street

And scoffed as he boar his crimson teeth

This voyeuristic

Gaze it pierces

The throat of regret and leaves me helpless

[Verse 8]

Consume the hand of the god that feeds

If his hollow palms are so quick to take then why shouldn’t I be allowed the same

[Chorus]

Prayed for peace when the light left your eyes

(Cruel dream paint golden skies)

Will the roots of the earth

Even be able to stomach

His worthless sack of meat?

Why should he be reborn?

Who granted this reprieve?

I swear if I just got the chance

I'd tear him from the earth

And strip skin from bone

And trade his rancid pelt

For a better life for her

I'd tear him from the earth

And strip skin from bone

And trade his rancid pelt

For a better life for her

[Bridge]

(Will the dead sing forever?

Songs of praise or songs of pain?

When a body sings it's swan song

Why should it be beautiful?)

[Verse 9]

I pray to the earth

But the dirt can't be heard

Over trumpets that sound

For the serpent's last breath

Left content to smother this

Innocence in peace

You'll be an apostle above the ground

Where only god knows

That I am left with nothing to offer except a desperate plea

Don't let this life be null like a future of empty dreams

Corrupted by the alternative

Just delete this memory so I won't have to go on living as this worthless pillar of salt

[Outro]

Don’t let this life be null