Texty:
Effigy

[Music: Thijs, Lyrics: Sven] Gouging into flesh, and act of forensic grandeur Abusing my identity to ravish insides, a concoction of a mind deprived

burn the bed consummated rest the head it just holds us back now still she keeps on looking of course [2x] nows theres nothing I hate as much wet the

the idea to you be laughable Of a pale facsimile? So will you come to burn an effigy? It should keep the flies away And when you long to burn this effigy

that beats me Fiercely in the face So I will build myself an effigy Build myself an effigy Build myself an effigy Build myself an effigy No longer mope

I'm an effigy A parody of who I appear to be Put your flaming torches under me I'm an effigy A parody of who I appear to be Put your flaming torches

effigy, empty my pockes for the thieves Life has run me through, as I waited for you To carry me home in your lifeless arms Burn my heart in effigy

Pray in homage under shadows of ancestry. Conceptual lords above bathing in your inquiry. Memorizing thoughts thought hallucinations of despair. Imminence

Cremate the human race! The population has been reduced, a world condemned to horrid death. And the blood of others heads their saviour, an artificial

Nocturnal demon of hate, searching for his next prey. Predator with no remorse, cannibalistic killing machine. Attacking with demise, something to realise