7th Circle

Staring into a broken mirror
A shattered soul stares back at me
A thousand pieces scattered
I feel the judgement
It burns a hole in me
A bed of roses turn
Into a pit of snakes
Fallen on the floor
Splinters are in my knees
and spikes are through my wrists
As I search As I seek
I feel the judgement
It burns a hole in me
A bed of roses turn
Into a pit of snakes
Arms are stretched
from east to west
I gave it all I could
I put it at your feet
I said all I could
I emptied my lungs

7th Circle

Niche

You drag me down to the bottom
My hand in your claws
You pull me down to the grave
My soul in your jaws
My soul is In your jaws
Oh so stoned and broken
You cut the ties that bind
Oh with the words spoken
You cut the ties that bind us
Crawling under my skin
Itching and bruising
This happens time and time again
This time your noose is loosening
Drag me down to the bottom
Ashes to ashes
Pull me down to the grave
Dust to dust
Drag me down to the bottom
Soil and soul coalesce

Niche

Living Bones / Dying Flesh

Gather all your brittle bones
and crawl from the earthly grave
Open up your heart
Open up your skull
Give it all to me
I’ll eat the nails
And drink the cup of despair
I’ll carry the weight
It’s my cross to bear
Forget all the pain
and walk through the golden gate
Open up your skull
Open up your heart
Give it all to me
I’ll eat the nails
And drink the cup of despair
I’ll carry the weight
It’s my cross to bear
Living bones no longer bare
Rising up Taken in the air
Dying flesh of this world Is no more

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