Posthumous - Byzantine

Crawl inside my skin for just one day

Watch the fear of the coward led astray

I’m defined by the gluttony to feel alive

Collapse from the perch on which you reside

Overcome by the need to burn you alive

Inside to reveal the lie that’s always here

My infatuation is what you abhor

No matter what is at stake the blame is all the same

Crying eyes and the fear that the demons have held their sway

~Rohrbough~

Come crawl in my sin for just this day

Beaten down by the guilt and the slow decay

God grant me strength to keep up the lie

Inside to reveal the lie that’s always near

My infatuation is what you abhor

No matter what is at stake the blame is all the same

Crying eyes and the fear that the demons have held their sway

~Ojeda~

I’ll never get this chance again

Infected olive branch to mend

Apologies are for the weak, the spineless

And I’ve done wrecked you