[Lyric] Big Dark Mood (Fire, Said The Albatross)

Unresting, though irises rest on me

Being skeptical
Of all the lore that I have observed
I feel so sure of what I've learned before

Feelings they burn like fire

Shifting unsettled in these clothes
Seiged apparel's capitulation
Attire bereaved
A heart on a sleeve

A leap from host to host
Just to claim my home

With theses walls seeped
Deeply of rose

No ones safe
Plеase don't close the door
Thе sightings of bloodshed
The haunted fantasies
Dreaming wool-gatherings of valor

To don hardened hand-stitched masks

(Mercy is all we ask)

Tonight is just another ruse

The tormenting feeling
That no one believes my words

Just wanting to be the herd
Anything but deterred

I try to see, but all I dream
(Sleep!)
Are the gleaming eyes

Caught lurking from of the screen
I'm the fiend behind the scenes

Silently this creature's reaching

Unrested his irises rest on me
I'll start my hunt
Start right at your gut
Breath through your lungs
Leave your body hung up

Hold hands
Fold and submit
Breathing your breaths
Is imminent

To Quench my thirst
The need is dire

Viewed as I'm fodder
To fulfill his hunger
(I'm not far behind)

It's unknown how much more
I can evade this monster

(Like livestock in a
Butcher's mill of
Endless pain and suffering)

With all I am, persevere
To don hardened hand stitched masks

(Mercy is all we ask)

Tonight is just another ruse

The tormenting feeling
That no one believes my words

Just wanting to be the herd
Anything but deterred

I try to see, but all I dream
(Sleep!)
Are the gleaming eyes

Caught lurking from of the screen
I'm the fiend behind the scenes

Silently this creature's reaching

Now that I've seen this rickety beast
In all of his unseen glory
I changed my mind

Now that I know of his unending beauty
I give up this host of a body
To allow his ultimate release

(My facade has been lifted
Finally I can stretch
I peal ill-fitting flesh to reveal
A harbinger of death

Faces worn and warmed
To access this prey's form
I force it's skin
To stretch and contort

Organs beating and torn
He lays upon my table of torture
Awaiting to be reborn)

Enter the maw
Gritting teeth
Right off the bone
The ridding of warm fresh meat

Their evisceration
My suffocation
My infatuation
With another solid hunt

I spit in his chalice of life

Now walking hand in hand
I'm comfortable with the thing I am

Inherent to metastasize
Mental suicide
With bipolar minds