Root Video (MV)

Who are we to interfere with an imminent genocide
Shackled to the graves we cultivate, they will provide
I can feel sleep wrap around my bones like a snake
Branches twist and creep below my skin
Grinding teeth, begging to be let in
While their nameless meals above put forth their best intentions
Their solemn candles flicker brightest just before
The Roots trading place with skin
I feel a breathing from within
A nightmare afar
Haunting where it walks
Leering as it locks me into its symbiotic flock
Who are we to interfere with the shape that twists the light
Offering a covenant, in death He will provide
Subservient to the cyclical wave
The flesh around will decay
And form instead a bristled rind
Whose thorns in time will pierce the eyes
I can feel sleep wrap around my bones like a snake
Ready to swallow whole
Below my skin I'm burning too
Begging to be christened
While our nameless meals above persist on mortal engines
We'll rip that rhythm from their chest and let it serenade as
The Roots trading place with skin
I feel a breathing from within
A nightmare afar
Haunting where it walks
Leering as it locks me into its symbiotic flock
The night is closing in
The breeze blows coldest without you
All things must come to an end
Their charred defenseless bodies rust
A silent hanging audience begging to offered
For He alone will paint the tide
Stained in blood and shriveled skin
They all must die
Begging them to burn us, save us