Furious Gold - The Atlas Moth

Cold bodies lining the street

Tides rising washing away the filth

Gaze too long

The depth will start gazing back

Abandon the whip

Adopt this rope and hang

And I’ll be the one watching you swing

While checking off names

Chewing on bones with teeth of gold

Breathe in the rust, it’s all that is real

You ain’t seen the end of it yet

I got plans for everyone that’s left

Those who demand all the fire

Passed out upon the funeral pyre to save the world

Give in to me or a hole is where you’ll be

Buried where you found it

Windows to the abyss

Ease up that grip

You’re choking on fiction

Swallow your pride

You’re much better off now

Why do you refuse to find peace?

You’re no safe down in the hole

Than those on the street

Hallucinating priests around the fire

No chance for them to untie her

Draped in white, addicted to despair

Broken down, left in disrepair

Give in to me or a hole is where you’ll be

Buried where you found it

Windows to the abyss

Into your blood i swim

I found my way into your Brain

Just try and stop me now

You will fail

I have become you

Whores dance to the heartbeat of the junkies

Foaming at the mouth

Wreaking of the gutter from which they were born

Back down the drain