Storm every temple and claim god as yourself. k** it.
And let us feast on this divinity as if our very lives depend on it. Live. Sweet libertine. Live. Embrace every horizon.
Time honored tradition crumbles in the hands of a timeless romantic. These statues. This concrete edifice of patriarchs and prophets.
Foretold destruction at a glance. We will see it fade. I'll watch my oppression die with you.
Possessed by existence denied. A memory. I've tasted your salvation and it tastes like sh**.
The name on my lips is my own
And the taste on my tongue is freedom. Push me into the ground once more
And watch this blossom eclipse your throne.