Force on Moving Charges - The Mercy Cage

Grinding, let the fire burn low

As the pulse comes flickering back

We are bound by belief in all that dies

& i will the skin

To dissolve

I worship the drug-flesh

& let the corpse go

Make it rain forever

Make it black

& make me whole…

Let the cipher call the priest

You can be my gallows pole

This desolation in the vein

Poisonous & vile

Tearing out the centre of the cancerous heart

& i am defined by the sickness

Oh the irony defies belief

Another metaphor to signify decay

& yet it shines

Let the cipher call the priest

You can be my gallows pole

Let the vultures be released

You can be my gallows pole

You are the priestess

You are the whore

You are deified/vilified

You’re all that i know

You are the priestess

You are the whore

You are my world

Sacrosanct

You

Said

Destroy