Inside Is Out — Cephalic Carnage

Chasing lies that which hurts most believing leave it

when it comes let go of fear take it

as I said you will like it being here burning

the dust we become coats the dust we come from

digging deep, frozen grave, through cold veins, and to feel, cold blood race, proof of emptiness, and when it's done, dust we become coats the dust we come from

fingers pierce – my soul is pulled – from my body – is cast down – from heaven comes exile

left behind wanting to breath start the fires that boil the seas beg for nothing on broken knees ultima bless me so

yet, you watched her escape, your grasp, you've slipped

Bless me so i won't fall through to come hear again

in your grief find your new place now repent then go drifting into the dark to find no light to search forever

start the fires that boil the seas beg for nothing on broken knees