Cross-Shaped Cocoon

Bury them all inside our cocoon Re-emerge more beautiful The weight of the world feels lighter today When the light in millions has faded away Bay for blood has left us coagulated This battle's not of conquest nor ideals We violate Every notion and convention To execute scorched earth Metamorphosis of the hive we created Into volatility reborn As scum stray further from their nature We'll be there to string them along Erase us all off the face of the earth All but a stain on the canvas of life No restraints, no redemption Retribution, no remorse Know we've dug our own grave Devoted, when the time has come We're ready to lie in it The weight of the world feels lighter today When the light in millions has faded away Desolate is the path we walk As was the way they made us As will be everything And all they can ever know We will make it so We owe it to them and to us These hands will carry The weight of the world On their own All the way up the temple To then throw it off The last of them will make the best of us As they embrace our gift of infection