Institutions of the devil
The visions come with a price you will always pay
Bound by soil I'm searching you
As we fall into our own graves
You are to stay here, never to leave this place
The rhythm of decomposing pulses right through my veins
Beats to the heart like a hammer to a nail
A salute to the king of flies,
before being ripped and torn apart
Insects fill you, eaten inside out
It is the wretched that binds you to earth
It is the soil that binds
Digging hopelessly, not to be found
Institutions of the devil
The visions come with a price you will always pay
As we fall into our own graves