Salt And Wrath
The Burial
Born not of innocence but infantile avidity
I let this mortal frame enrage my heart and conquer me
Is this the light i claim i want the world to see?
Or this the salt he said he needed me to be?
The pressure's building to a boil on my tongue
Festering, writhing still
Festering, writhing 'til the tension climaxes
A delicate balance in a maelstrom of misery
It seems that solace is a fantasy
And peace alludes my inmost being
Only his heart contains the will to hold so great a peace
Still i pray i feel this madness fades, i feel this madness fade
Ensnaring thoughts slip through my mind like poison
Ophidian words drip from my lips in venomous wrath
If i could bridle this fire, if i could tame this spark
But i know that it's futile without your intervention
All i need is resignation to a greater dependance
Born not of innocence but infantile avidity
I let this mortal frame enrage my heart and conquer me
Is this the light i claim i want the world to see?
Or this the salt he said he needed me to be?