Lost Virtue - Respire

Crown of ash, smoke, greed

Shine like sarcoma

Dominion of rust and ruin

Rotting still, rotten still

Dorsal vestige rise, resist

Catch them proudly all laugh into the flames

You can feel it in the air

You can hear it in the static

A lineage of slaughter

Use and consume

You can hear it in the air

You can feel it in the static

Our lineage of laughing into the flames

How fitting it will be to be absolved of this

Archaic tragedy of desire and death

All might must fall

As night turns dawn

Eclipsed by time

Shed these bounds (if it’s all wrong)

Air your light (let it all burn)

When we’re gone (it goes on)

As nothing

Totality