Gomorrah - Dismantling the Throne lyrics

Fear in handfuls of dust. Metal bleeds red through the gaping wound in the flesh of this world. Deepening the fractures in the frailest grips. Removing the semblance and sanctity of home. Plant the seeds to harvest. Reap the suffering. Dismantling the throne. The misery of this mirrored fate. Not all is silent in the halls of the dead. Cognitive dissonance. Behold – the sleeper wakes. The foulest of spectacles to hold. Grasping at the fraying ends, brace for the unknown. The borders of reality defined by synapse, and returned by collapse. These sleeping giants left to lay as Gods fall from the sky. The agony of this chiral state. Not all is silent in the halls of the dead. Cognitive dissonance. Behold – the sleeper wakes.