Epicinium - Voices From The Fuselage

Hell is hanging from the rafters

A society that just won’t keep

But we continue like pastors

The faith of which, we take a leap

I’m screaming on the inside

My exterior is wearing thin

This force will stop at nothing

Until dust has become of skin

You want a culprit, I can slip you a name

It’s decorated with devotion and fame

So this is how we win

For every redemption that follows a cold blooded slaughter

We’re obsessed with the end of days

And it’s many potential ways

And yet here we stay…

The many corners we have turned

So many bridges we have burned

When will we learn?

Play the martyr for the fool

There’s no exclusionary rule

Yet they play it cool

I doubt the fire ever quells

It just waxes and it swells

Until we see the likes of hell

You want a culprit, I can slip you a name

It’s decorated with devotion and fame

So this is how we win

For every redemption that follows a cold blooded slaughter