The Blade Unmasked

keep us silent

and diverted

drug me, corporate gods

we were eager

to forget

now we hail the blade unmasked

toward death

toward the sun

this needle poised in flesh

drink from this lunacy

and bite the hand that made you man

and when springtime comes

with awkward little steps

to the land that mourns for me

do not rush

do not fear

the silent frequency (of lust)

toward death

toward the sun

this needle poised in flesh

drink from this lunacy

and bite the hand that made you man

and the sun goes down

and death is all around

and the secret son lies down

and death is here to drown

and everything's falling down

and death is but another crown

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Lyrics submitted by Gina.