This is not a foreign feeling
A blur of sight and sound
Architect of my demise
Curses abound
(Curses abound, Curses abound)
Curses abound
Not a tradition of my own volition
Incantations that invoke a flame
I've worn these blinders for what feels like centuries
Faces around the fire beckoning
I find myself in a single-sided conversation again
Now this feels like a jail cell (Jail cell)
Another tally on the wall
Carved it with my f*cking fingernails
Oh God absolve me of my sins
I NEED ROOM TO SIN AGAIN
The king of attrition
The final sliver of hope that I f*cking hold
Wrapping me in a chokehold
I know that what I seek will find me
The final bridge between (the final bridge between) the seen and unseen
Gauntlet. - HEX WEAVER Lyrics
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This is not a foreign feeling
A blur of sight and sound
Architect of my demise
Curses abound
(Curses abound, Curses abound)
Curses abound
Not a tradition of my own volition
Incantations that invoke a flame
I've worn these blinders for what feels like centuries
Faces around the fire beckoning
I find myself in a single-sided conversation again
Now this feels like a jail cell (Jail cell)
Another tally on the wall
Carved it with my f*cking fingernails
Oh God absolve me of my sins
I NEED ROOM TO SIN AGAIN
The king of attrition
The final sliver of hope that I f*cking hold
Wrapping me in a chokehold
I know that what I seek will find me
The final bridge between (the final bridge between) the seen and unseen
A blur of sight and sound
Architect of my demise
Curses abound
(Curses abound, Curses abound)
Curses abound
Not a tradition of my own volition
Incantations that invoke a flame
I've worn these blinders for what feels like centuries
Faces around the fire beckoning
I find myself in a single-sided conversation again
Now this feels like a jail cell (Jail cell)
Another tally on the wall
Carved it with my f*cking fingernails
Oh God absolve me of my sins
I NEED ROOM TO SIN AGAIN
The king of attrition
The final sliver of hope that I f*cking hold
Wrapping me in a chokehold
I know that what I seek will find me
The final bridge between (the final bridge between) the seen and unseen
Writer: Christian Kothe
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