Dysangile Lyrics

Red-inked log entry, negligently left,
Nervously written, half torn, ripped and dirtied...
Drunken statements of yet a firm resolution.
Shotgun, Evangelium.

"If divine revelation
Simply means adjusting your brain to hear
What your heart already knows."
No wonder I'm thoroughly f***** and hollow,
My heart being deaf, dumb and blind...
And as such, it will be impossible for me to back down.
I can't, my conscience simply won't allow me to.

Soothingness is all I'm seeking now;
And concerning these particular basic needs of mine

"I would still vouch for that shooter-girl
Curves hell-bent on acknowledging my resolve."
I need to immerse myself,
To indulge my sense,
Never will I deny this choice...

I was blessed to receive,
Merrily torturing me.