Thought Industry - The Chalice Vermillion lyrics
rate meLeanna Nechlon pouts blood and tears. I taste her<br />
Neck. I can now make her eyes roll to white. Her pulse<br />
Rate quickens. Throbs upon my probing tongue. Stars<br />
Fall above us, burning for us. Leanna became the whore<br />
That save me from life. I've lost faith.<br />
Decrepit falls my Boston church, cloaking us from<br />
Within. I tip the cup, life's challice vermillion. The lost<br />
Drug of God has won. Nine angels, obscene devices for<br />
The cruel torment of the will. Consume thy paper, it will<br />
Have to guide us to Earth's Heaven above.<br />
<br />
Flashing light will envelope my body. Give me the<br />
Strength I have lost but will need. Transcendental my<br />
Noema develops. Pumping nectar from the darkest sun.<br />
Leanna Nechlon bleeds scriptures and lies. I drink<br />
Her thought, poison from it. I will make her... <br />
As one I write, messenger of God. The inkwell<br />
Empties. Words are colored life's red.<br />
<br />
Leanna stares, quenched by her fear. Sliding her<br />
Hand across my face. Going down upon my lips.<br />
Feeling the blood pour so warm. Tasting like hope, love, <br />
And rust. Onto the quill it flows so quick. Finish the<br />
Verse, begin another phrase of lore. Leanna laughs as<br />
Her wrist fills my cup, and there I was when Leanna<br />
Died. Write some more.<br />
As one I write, messenger of God. The inkwell<br />
Empties. Words are colored life's red.<br />
<br />
God exists, God is good, God is omnipotent. You<br />
Can only have two of three. To choose them all you<br />
Contradict. Mackie knew the rules so well he made<br />
Anselm disintegrate, as Pascal sat to toss his coins on<br />
The farthest part of the Universe.<br />
Dead not gone.<br />
Paper is my torment. The quill is my scalpel. I am<br />
My own thesis. The pain grows with the years.<br />
<br />
The rain falls down my face and on silent Leanna.<br />
I've lost. The Universe calls me. Oh, Mother take rne<br />
Home.
