The mountain is crumbling beneath
The weight of kings, their idyllic expansions
So I'm debt, and so I dig
Following the roads that bleed
Drying out, fucking rotting out

Dead limbs, hung upon the wall
Ornamental guilt
Dead limbs, thrust inside the maw
By even deader hands

Cyanide, to wash the filth away
So I lie, to wash the guilt away

Give them silver, give them gold
Rue the day of tarnish, never absolved


from Split w/ Sed Non Satiata, released September 25, 2014



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