I wait to surface

Above these bellowed growls

To sweep the shallows of utopia

I am the anchor

And the rope around your feet

In a river deep I hold you down

I’ve come to stage your abdication

I’m the creation of your sins

Embrace me



When the hounds are out

Feeding me a lie

When the hounds are out

My sickness is released

When the cards are down

For all the world to see

When the cards are down

And the strings are cut

These mannequins will sleep



In the center

Of your greed infected wounds

I am a thorn of endless sorrow

Just one of thousands

In your self selected crown

A king to wallow in the mire

And roll in defeat

I will protect the incubation

I am your bottomless decease

Embrace me



When the hounds are out

Feeding me a lie

When the hounds are out

My sickness is released

When the cards are down

For all the world to see

When the cards are down

And the strings are cut

These mannequins will sleep



Pater noster

Invidia

Ira gula

Superbia acedia

Luxuria

Avaritia

Pater parce meis peccatis



All I see

Is mine to take

To have and to hold

To suffocate

All I want

Is mine to keep

And I want it all

So father forgive me



When the hounds are out

Feeding me a lie

When the hounds are out

My sickness is released

When the cards are down

For all the world to see

When the cards are down

And the strings are cut

These mannequins will sleep