And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - Novena Without Faith lyrics

Oh isis... hydatyd...* You're blood lips Surround me in This hallway Cannon lust in All this tumult... Tied to the pathos... a revolt You're a slur... She's a slur... And all the space between Certain illusions... Is the cause of rips... Cracks and your face We'll wrinkle into nothing Floorboards and pa**ing headlights... Any gate will reveal Itself to me... As a thief in the night Oh isis... hydatyd