Flesh Woven

From the towers where we stare through the glare Solar powered lungs filtering out the air Wind crashes against the face with despair The head is missing but the body's still there... Gleaming vortex of a stimulated design From the realms of hell and to the clouds divine Solid iron inner core Underneath humanity floor Gorgeous hopelessness, empty endless abyss Comfort unmendable, cherish what we'll miss Fossick for fossils, hostel while torture persist Ecclesiastics amiss in demon poison piss When the flames arrive, those still alive must thrive in order to survive The dead chosen now part of a collision of an ocean flesh woven