Texty: Cathedral. Magnetic Hole.

In this magnetic hole, descension, the only quest
Our lips are green within the burial of life itself
Oh, glorious misery caress this emptiness
[Incomprehensible] truths as a whole in this vacuum, a negative gift

Souls scattered in ecstasy
Isolation intrinsically
No medication or shrink can cure
This nothingness we adore

Skull of humanity in the charcoaled house of wealth
In divine emptiness we are butchers of lost self
Hammer nails into my flesh for the punishment of luxury
Bleed me dry, Oh, Lord in return I'll kiss Your feet

Eyes hollow, I cannot see
Holy visions just heresy
No God or shrink can cure
This nothingness we adore

Into this hole we sink
Devoid of self esteem
Clawing at the purest darkness
Too awake to sleep