Speak In Flames

Infliction The Devices

Resting On The Shadows False Promises

Still

Arousing Still

Separating All Of That You Feel Which Still

Continues To Condemn You For Your Ways

A Thought That Wreaks Of Pain

An Act Of True Emotion

Burn The Styrofoam Remains

Multiple Incisions

A Puncturing Of The Many Senses

A Lack Of Truth Evolved

Raw Defenses

And A Portrait Of You Depth Declined

Swine Apprentice

For One Example

The Flock Was Raised In The Cold

Points Of Afterbirth, Suffocate From The Cold

And I'm Pouring Out My Chest, Leaking In The

Freezing Cold

Heed The Chosen Words, Produce Manifold

I Paid My Dues

My Hands Calloused And Ashed

Reveal Infected Wounds And My Scabbing Scars

Caress My Broken Back