Take hold and feel the flames that we control
This hell can feed our shame and cleanse the soul
And though I choose to walk this path and face the plague of reason's wrath
The graven songs and tortured words of a thousand liars shall be my bible
The art of self-denial, a bloody hangman's trial
All ways to praise the works of the escape artist
This cold resistance cannot fail me now
It holds the pleasures sick perfection won't allow
And though all self has been denied I've reached the level few have tried
And at the side of the beast I am seated for the famine feast
The art of self-denial, a bloody hangman's trial
All ways to praise the works of the escape artist
Theses eyes are longing for release yet the coldness follows me
These eyes are longing for release, this is famine
The art of self-denial, a bloody hangman's trial
All ways to praise the works of the escape artist
These eyes are longing for release yet the coldness follows me
These eyes are longing for release, this is famine