Ovid's Withering - Murder To Dissect

The birthing of a paradox through Corinna’s womb
A gravewind breath given form
The affliction strangling all mirth
Nails bent and torn
Clawing at the marrow
Carving out sanguine dreams
Godless insurrection
Connect the fall with the rise of his catalyst
Pulsing through his fingertips like specious blood

To summon a body to open a portal to Solus
Resurrect the pious just to tear them down again

Tracing along the veins
These lamentations of Gaia

Now the visions are clear

Murder to dissect

Gaze upon your idled creations
Glorify your eyes with the silhouette of a grandiose masquerade
They are placed upon the wall
Alongside all the other imbeciles
Living like hermits in isolation serving their myths like a God
Becoming slaves to a 12 month revelation
Lie against the use of nature
Lie

Tracing along the veins
These lamentations of Gaia

And now the visions are clear

Murder to dissect

Gone take away whats left
Decompose of useless matter
Emptiness an exoskeleton
Void of substance
A surrogate of mendacity
The mouth of death is deep
Pray to be swallowed whole

Tracing along the veins
"My Sweet Corinna!"