Soul Eraser - Byzantine

A hollow grin through black teeth you’ve found your way in

Your god is smiling at you from the foil

You’ve filled a vacancy in hell with your murder of crows

It’s time to burn the bulb erase the soul

No use to lie now

You are indentured to a black tar lord

A diluted gain with vermillion stains

The peril remains

A pseudo blend of elation

When the devil reveals to be the source of your inner conflict you repress

It’s the grinding of teeth and the opening of sores that ushers you in

Mephitic tomb just a stone’s throw away from your son

And now your single-wide is boarded up

A treasure gone it’s been plundered from your sunken eyes

Your mother cries she can’t take no more

No use to lie now

You are indentured to a black tar lord

A diluted gain with vermillion stains

The peril remains

A pseudo blend of elation

When the devil reveals to be the source of your inner conflict you repress

It’s the grinding of teeth and the opening of sores that ushers you in

I crawl inside your lungs to set you free

Get thee behind me, Satan

Engulfed by the stench of self ruin

With numbness that feels complete

I set sorrow upon the family

Auditory hallucination

My tracks of love upon your face

We fall together into the grave