Rites of Investiture - Circa Survive

Fiending children writhe

The cradle cap will fall

Rings attach the hands

Shadow black and cold

Etching out a space

Forge the thumbprint

Fake the name

Leave without a trace

Spark the friction

Breath to the edge

Stare into the tunnels eyes

Nature is cruel

Make everyone pay

This road will

Lead you to the end

Pacing the room

Forgetting the rules

Dry rust teaming from the lip

Arms will make the gate

Buckle from the weight

Fiending wet nurse writhe

It echoes through the night

String attached to cans

We digging with our hands

Etching out a space

Forge the thumbprint

Fake the name

Leave without a trace

Spark the friction

Breath to the edge

You’re pushing for weeks before the day

Beware

Mirror

You’ve got the right to stay sedate

You panicked, depressed

Corroborated

In time you’ll know

You’ve got the right to stay sedate

Oh Oh

Don’t shake the alter

We tasted blood

We tasted blood

Dry rust teaming from the lip

Arms will make the gate

Buckle from the weight

Blind wince tear away the lips

Legs to push the weight

Heavy through the gate