Tomes of Splintered Skulls Lyrics


Devised social structures condemn such artifice

By, in turn, stimulating conscience with pleasures

Man-made gods cloud the mind with manipulation

Devotion to the frailties of psychological remedy

Delve into your poisons

With precision and delicacy

Dance with the flames that devour

Give yourself into this desire

Molesting flames, corrosive ideology

Sing your hymns of dying intuition

Imbibing malice, incantations

Of loosed tongues and dead men

(Matthew Plunkett)

Cut your tongue out of your skull

Choke on the blood of disease

Crown your captor with you bones

For you are weak-minded and nulled

Hollowed mind, soul captivated

Mesmerized by the drowning time

Your voice is equivalent to white noise

A regurgitation of sound, without purpose

Sociological flourishing provides greater apathy

Altruism, a lie taught by enchanted vassals

Desperation and depravity become purely mental

Visions of death, in turn, are beautiful tomes

Human minds are devious

Far from innocence or enlightenment

War is physical and mental

Maws that never close