Flame To The Surface - Cryptopsy

Sodom precise, burn the man

A promise of scorching

We hold a torch to the sun

Flame to the surface

We hold a torch to the sun

Flame to the surface

Cruddy crud epidermis

Skin melt fashion

Burning man passion

Seek a sense of shelter

Within an oasis of deprivated clowns

We’ll take a trip through the devil’s heat

Heat

Meander through the meadowless fields

Carnival bizarre

Black rock dryness

Lures chaos mongers

Banishment of all that is taught

Complete flesh rot

Agonized, the smoldering circus

Summon the desert deity

«Take these and feel us»

Psychedelia, hallucinate

Sift the embers

You’ll find me

Buried alive

With drums of thunder

Solar god arise

He’ll rise, arise

He’ll rise, arise

He’ll rise, arise

He’s risen

Bow down, hands raised

Blistered, half crazed

Drifting alone

Ignite my soul

Reborn to be

A perpetual

Flame to the surface