Callous Souls

Taste the blood and spit out the clots
Lick your lips as the world begins to rot
And it's a fading world that I want no input or part of
Our own reflections are sickening sights
There's no escaping what we always try to hide
I am fortune's fool, the bitter fruit from the devil's table

I carry the weight of it all
And I'll drown with it

Crown of bones
Indistinguishable
Now succumb
Lest the reaper comes

Fear is a prison that floods with doubt
As the waters rise accept there will be no doubt
But we all drown in our coffins, anchors down
Inhale mistakes and breathe out the shame
Close your eyes as the blood begins to drain
I am fortune's fool, the bitter fruit from the devil's table

Thirst the seclusion
I feel the silence like a warmth
Entombed I'll lay with thorns on my grave

Face to the hardened stone
Lie still lest the reaper comes
Face to the hardened stone
Pluck out the decay from the tree to remove its disease

[Guitar solo]

I am an open book
Yet the pages are blank
Held at arms length
This is as close as you'll ever get
I am an open book
Yet the pages are blank
Try as you might to evoke
You will never know