Fervent fever of delight Redempt in the case of corruption I correct the cause of liability Sell me in the attempt to reconcile the death of the world I am not the world I am not the moment Felt in the current I redeem the liability I corrupt in the face of the sun Surface me Bury me I will not content with your mind I will mend with your mind Rend your mind
Contend again with faces emboldened I will revisit your grave In the future when I receive the power The grateful redemption of the dead No longer will we contend No longer will I attempt to match your prowess Nor shall I ever convey my mind We will redeem ourselves to no one We will continue a contingency that is without a doubt Killing us
Inside the mind of the betrayed I revisit the contended I delay the death of our selves Revisit me in the grave I will cuddle your soul Sell a marble to me Lets roll on towards the horizon Bones in hand Hands in bones Clacking into the dawn We revisit the past The future demands this The contended reminds us We are never more than here We are always more than now Contend again
Lets sell ourselves To the minds of the fallen The delighted denials of constants I regret to inform you There is nothing more Nothing else Than now Everything else is something too But merely nothing as well Contend for the attention of the birthed one The knowledge reminds us where we died The blight is in our stomachs Growing slowly Aching lightly Oozing into creation Bleeding into abstraction We are devised from the roots of the ****** The ****** roots of reality Stretching and growing Ripping the atoms apart for its own use Contend again within the mind of the root I am not the befallen I am the risen The blight in our minds Reminds us where to die Where to devise a route of denial Sleep once again Fair prince of pain Seep into the rains Seep into the sewers Into the roots of our minds We devise a plan A plan of action Of inaction
Contend again Defeated again I Donβt Know Where is the past Where is the future Nothing exists other than now Now is not then Then is not now This is now Now is gone Tell me again where the pain fell from I donβt know where to begin The house or the field? The garden or the bed? I regret to inform you Its all in the head