[00:00.28]The abyssal void between the lungs remembers all
[00:21.16]Lash by lash
[00:29.72]Skin starts to separate
[00:37.51]The forked tongue sneers begin to chip away
[00:48.63]Collapsing walls constructed by clenching fists
[00:57.54]Scar tissue tells corrosive tales like bloodied hieroglyphs
[01:03.83]The Judas whispers echo each and every night
[01:05.78]The bones that fuse and break beneath the hallowed light
[01:11.73]A whipping boy malformed
[01:13.15]Both wretched and alone
[01:19.25]The heart of glass that breaks reveals a heart of stone
[01:23.97]The leather cracks and pens another tome
[01:30.86]Another chapter of sordid suffering and gloom
[01:37.03]Formations skew the etchings
[01:39.81]The shaking hands of scribes
[01:45.95]Who pray for inked quills to turn to bloodied knives
[02:07.17]The day has dawned when tables turned are set ablaze
[03:15.98]A nail through every wrist that struck upon the trembling brave
[03:25.15]Upon the cross of impenitence
[03:27.33]The fallen lords shall bleed
[03:33.11]A monument to the burning shame
[03:52.48]Writhing in the meek