Misericord

Thin the herd

Symphonies choking on eulogies
Hell bent
Desperately i’ve been searching for a reason to feed the hope that fails, the lies ring most true

In your defiance death laughs at his harvest

I dream of a grave, just deep enough to fill my days
Not the same, the God we pray
That beautiful dream drowning in dread
Filled to the brim with emptiness

The Sun has set
The door has closed
The myth of reliеf
It all ends so slowly
Nothing worth saving

Illuminate profound pathways of pain
Pessimistic gratification

Holding that so tightly, that faith which is most frail (go with God)
Apathy-inducеd agony, shallow drowning day to day (go with God)

Thin the herd

Symphonies choking on eulogies
Hell bent
Desperately i’ve been searching, for a reason to feed the hope that fails, the lies ring most true

Your precious thoughts betray us all
May your death bring us peace
As innocent as iron graves
Spite an ounce of faith for a pound of flesh

This sober violence we all adore
Your sombre comfort cut too fucking close
A plague with purpose
Cancer altruistic
Sweet merciful terror now dulls my senses

Embrace the weight of my conscious
I feel the guilt as it shapes me

A messiah by no other name, hell bent glory bound
A savior of self loathing

Thin the herd

Symphonies choking on eulogies
Hell bent
Desperately i’ve been searching, for a reason to feed the hope that fails, the lies ring most true

In your defiance, death laughs at his harvest
In your defiance, death laughs at his harvest