Voices From The Fuselage
Epicinium
[Verse 1]
Hell is hanging from the rafters
A society that just won’t keep
But we continue like pastors
The faith of which, we take a leap
I’m screaming on the inside
My exterior is wearing thin
This force will stop at nothing
Until dust has become of skin
[Chorus]
You want a culprit, I can slip you a name
It's decorated with devotion and fame
So this is how we win
With every redemption that follows a cold blooded slaughter
You want a culprit, I can slip you a name
It's decorated with devotion and fame
So this is how we win
With every redemption that follows a cold blooded slaughter
[Verse 2]
We’re obsessed with the end of days
And its many potential ways
(And yet here we stay)
The many corners we have turned
So many bridges we have burned
(When will we learn?)
Play the martyr for the fool
There's no exclusionary rule
(Yet they play it cool)
I doubt the fire ever quells
It just waxes and it swells
Until we see the likes of hell
[Chorus]
You want a culprit, I can slip you a name
It's decorated with devotion and fame
So this is how we win
With every redemption that follows a cold blooded slaughter
You want a culprit, I can slip you a name
It's decorated with devotion and fame
So this is how we win
With every redemption that follows a cold blooded slaughter
You want a culprit, I can slip you a name
It's decorated with devotion and fame
So this is how we win
With every redemption that follows a cold blooded slaughter
You want a culprit, I can slip you a name
It's decorated with devotion and fame
So this is how we win
With every redemption that follows a cold blooded slaughter
[Outro]
(I can slip you a name)
(With devotion and fame)