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 therе to string them along
Erase us all off the facе 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 left 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