
Lyrics to The Devicer
Upon the unborn, as a Devicer
Wed as a lock upon a door
In abolition
In the faltering of guided intent
Oh, what am I to be, as such?
In this transmutation
Anchored of admiration
Limited of disposition
You tireless despots
Fabricate my prison
(All they want is)
To shepherd forth the grandest kind: about divide, inferno
Of our attributes we acquiesce to comprehend these
Binding forces
(For I smell a fragrance between your attainments
As though it snakes through the skin of your vessel
Now, of grandeur's essence, you feel my mark
Universal: perched on the alcove, in the heart of your mind's
eye)
I am insurrection
My origin is crossed: undone
From the lyre the made the first sound
So too did you feel the touch of the hand that plucked it
You are stripped of your strings
Impotence, I am a frigid frame
Impotence
Impotence, I am a cast of a frigid frame
Guarded from the folly of intrinsic weakness
Shelled within the maw of the fire
Delivered of the tether holding my essence
I remain transfixed
Inculcating ambition
Reciprocating bounded souls, weathering the plight of disaster
The contagion that fills us
Finds rest in the culling of my will
Alas, unwritten longing
To fear not the sun though it burns.
Fear not the sun though it burns.
Wed as a lock upon a door
In abolition
In the faltering of guided intent
Oh, what am I to be, as such?
In this transmutation
Anchored of admiration
Limited of disposition
You tireless despots
Fabricate my prison
(All they want is)
To shepherd forth the grandest kind: about divide, inferno
Of our attributes we acquiesce to comprehend these
Binding forces
(For I smell a fragrance between your attainments
As though it snakes through the skin of your vessel
Now, of grandeur's essence, you feel my mark
Universal: perched on the alcove, in the heart of your mind's
eye)
I am insurrection
My origin is crossed: undone
From the lyre the made the first sound
So too did you feel the touch of the hand that plucked it
You are stripped of your strings
Impotence, I am a frigid frame
Impotence
Impotence, I am a cast of a frigid frame
Guarded from the folly of intrinsic weakness
Shelled within the maw of the fire
Delivered of the tether holding my essence
I remain transfixed
Inculcating ambition
Reciprocating bounded souls, weathering the plight of disaster
The contagion that fills us
Finds rest in the culling of my will
Alas, unwritten longing
To fear not the sun though it burns.
Fear not the sun though it burns.
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