Totality drawn into sins wounds

You give into configure the rigor

For it makes me pure and in the end

I discover there’s nothing more

No framework no sound

Engulfed in night air my mind is cold

Crying outward for one

In all wept for what for lonesome

Dust totality drawn into sins

Wounds you give into

Configure the rigor for it makes me pure

And in the end I discover there’s nothing more

No framework no sound

Why feel the choke again

Engage the flame for me

Wept for what for lonesome dust

I am a slave to that grave

I bring the folds toward center

I am a slave to that grave

I want the world

Insane crushed life can’t come undone

Cry out from underground

There is no dying for a god