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My Roads Have Red Veins

from Hold This Mortal Coil by Sonus Mortis

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lyrics

Kill the masters, my strings are torn.
Debt chains unlocked, slave mask discarded.

Detached from reality, no seeking solace or peace.
The narcissistic venom is free to alter ones self humility.

Emotions flow through the core of pure agony.
I can't believe this was next beyond the ecstasy.
Still we divide, we dissolve and decompose.
Our atoms shatter at the thoughts of the great below.

A panic knot ties the ends, a swirl in head space.
Lift the falling ego in me and label it too big to fail.

I have sacrificed so many things to rid myself of purpose.
I have sacrificed so many things to cleanse myself of any worth.

The vigor of youth is left behind.
Enter this decayed state of mind.
And so we set the wild echoes flying
towards the sacred art, the sacred art of denying.

Negative archetypes narrow my views.
Distorted prism of light shines through.
Be wary of the bright shiny idol.
Critical thinking is due a revival.

Arcane thoughts. Complex plots.
A world bereft of new ideas.
So the liquid drops with acidic knots.
Burning grief into my new skin.
Burning guilt into my new skin.
Burning shame into my new skin.

Breathe in foundations. Cement the spine.
Smooth out the edges, to bridge the divide.
Golden liquid, sinks into moral decline.
This is the process, just pretend it's fine.

My Roads Have Red Veins.
My Roads Have Red Veins.

No screams, no sound, no tone.
My skin turns to stone.
But the voice within did not relent.
Just repeated the word "Repent."

Overwhelming cement of hurt.
My place picked out in the dirt.
In stone and sulfur,
Terrified heart I'll make you suffer.

First do it to yourself.
Self-inflicted pain.
Take an eye for an eye and
Bite the hand that starves you.

This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in.
This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in.
This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in.
This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in.

This, this weak old world is caving in,
there is no hope with justice defeated.
Humanitys gone, depleted.
Enter this brave new world and
serve the servants that you know
as masters and cheaters casting doubt amongst believers.

My Roads Have Red Veins. Biased land my skin.
My Roads Have Red Veins. Foundations drenched in sin.
My Roads Have Red Veins. Bloodline motorways.
My Roads Have Red Veins. What I've built has been ripped and torn away.

Ripped and torn away.
Ripped and torn.
Ripped and torn away.
Ripped and torn.

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from Hold This Mortal Coil, released January 30, 2020

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Sonus Mortis from Celbridge, Ireland is a mix of death-doom with some melodic/symphonic black metal.

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