Pupil Slicer - Creating the Devil in Our Image Lyrics

Gnashing chains spark with volatile abandon.
Lives on the line like straws are pulled at random.
Metal claws, traced their tips a-gainst bone,
Where flesh once unsundered could whisper alone.
You are home.
Oh
It appears whenever life transitions phase
Pierces my gaze.

Burrs piercing a sphere of rust where now I lay my head.
The cage held by hooks, suspended in emptiness. Indifferent to the taste, becoming a flood.
Burrs piercing a sphere of rust where I am laid to rest.
Father? Mother?
Do you hear me?
Curled up and lonely?

Blindfold of thorns, warmth of ashen form.
Now generations from the place where I was born.
Blackened marble. Scripture here is torn.
For what I once was, no-one will mourn.

Rebirth true.
Same as you.
Fading dream.
Into

Revere me and kill me, the son of god, the son of god, the son of god, the devil.

Questions not answered,
A quest for romance or
Give me a meaning, I have no feeling,
Oh

Listen to them scream.

Harsh, harsh abrasions
Between inconsonant patterns.
Wires, wires unending,
Like veins they carry blood.

Nurtured by that nightmare, take flight and seek what you're to be.
Don't look back for me.
Transcend death and let the future take its course.

Suffer,
Like I did.

Surrounded by everything but death.

Leaving
This reality.

Cold iron flavour of the stains they're yet to be,
Formed of imitation, every one is just like me.
The devil in our image, it's creation you will see.

Suffer,
Like I did.

Dread Laden Misery, it weaves beneath my skin.
A monument to everything you would have been.
A monument to everything you would have been.
A monument to everything you would have been.
A monument to everything you would have been.