Slings And Arrows

Wrought up becomes the undead
Everchanging form, rising up
A dying sight and dignity

Trade out the blood
Retreat the skin upon your back
Fire to the essence
Become the woe

I'm falling back into the same old throes
And far is the distance I was flung

Kill, love, creation, invading discrepance
A journey, a quake for all I am

Trade out the blood
Retreat the skin upon your back
Fire to the essence
Become the woe

I'm falling back into the same old throes
As far as the distance, I am braced

Burn out, my eyes
Replace them with a set of another replicant
See the world purified, see the world purified

Burn out, my eyes
Embrace their innocence lost
To be numb again

Waiting for the rebirth
To be numb again

Set afire, your slings and arrows
And shoot the crannog a load full again
Break up rapport, just to remain the same

No compassion, no patience
It's to easy to remain the same

Burn out, my eyes
Replace them with a set of another replicant
See the world purified, see the world purified