Thrown To The Sun - Inward Reflection

Closer, draw closer
I want to feel your eerie silence
You face, your tongue, your countenance
I need to fathom you out

Spare me of your mask
And yield your enthralling skin
Drown me in your words
Those morbid, fiendish words

What is that voice?

Let loose of your mind
And don’t let your flesh intervene
For I am hungry for one vision
Deceit flowing out of its stream

Let blood gush forth
Heed your inner call
This mind will bear you no more

Same eyes, same face, same sky, same sun
Figment of my shackled mind
Grieving over a handful of doubt
A lucid truth on a stutter

I am more than your flesh

The cycle shattered to its pieces of disgust
And you’re the only soul that have found its 'cause

Deflect, persistent
Answers to infinity lie within the carnal state

Morbid words, mind drifting apart
Fiendish blood, let it bathe my shell

Blood shall gush forth
It will bathe my shell

An inward reflection, releases me