Vanity - Fehler

Clawing hands tear the stitch

Out of this skinned grid

Straining to get a grip

Blood boiling in my veins

I need to

Sever the wanting

Envisioning melts the eyes

But I cannot

Sever the needing

The law of demise

Standing in

A vortex

Of gods enrobed

Brimstone smoke corrupts

The flesh of the meek

I need to

Sever the wanting

Envisioning melts the eyes

But I cannot

Sever the needing

The law of demise

Grains of salt the size of mountains

Feed oceanic wounds

And through this torpid mirage

We tear the skies apart

Clapping our hooves

Raising our horns

While trampling on the dust

Celebrate this victorious defeat

We’re crowned at kingdom lost