The Whisper - Solstice

Deafening silence in my ears

Remove the filth from my canals

Filter out the blasphemy

And focus on the whispering

The Whisper

Underneath my suffering

I feel the breath deep inside me

Exhaling the void

Devil on my shoulder

Slithering its fork-tongued words

Drowning in conviction

Focus on the whispering

Pointing at the enemy

Reveals the truth in front of me

Consume within my disdain

No more self-control remains

Master

Anoint me with your misery

Whisper

Filter out the blasphemy

Devil on my shoulder

Slithering its fork-tongued words

Drowning in conviction

Focus on the whispering

Decrepit breath of innocence

It burns the skin of ignorance

It bleeds my conscious inner-ear

And soothes the questionable fear