Byzantine Follow

A hollow grin through black teeth you've found your way in
Your god is smiling at you from the foil
You've filled a vacancy in hell with your murder of crows
It's time to burn the bulb erase the soul

No use to lie now
You are indentured to a black tar lord
A diluted gain with vermillion stains
The peril remains
A pseudo blend of elation

When the devil reveals to be the source of your inner conflict you repress
It's the grinding of teeth and the opening of sores that ushers you in

Mephitic tomb just a stone's throw away from your son
And now your single-wide is boarded up
A treasure gone it's been plundered from your sunken eyes
Your mother cries she can't take no more

No use to lie now
You are indentured to a black tar lord
A diluted gain with vermillion stains
The peril remains
A pseudo blend of elation

When the devil reveals to be the source of your inner conflict you repress
It's the grinding of teeth and the opening of sores that ushers you in

I crawl inside your lungs to set you free
Get thee behind me, Satan
Engulfed by the stench of self ruin
With numbness that feels complete

I set sorrow upon the family
Auditory hallucination
My tracks of love upon your face
We fall together into the grave