SWITCHBLADE LYRICS

1. I

Patience. This world will fall. Past the tree that is life.
Faithful sheep behold the divinity in all that is bound to fall apart.

Time will come for bearers of false witness, when their skin, serve as lining for coats.
Their tongues nailed to their doors. Their burning bodies illuminate high places.
The eradication of error is universal law.

2. II

In death, highways past summer. Fields of home, draped in gloom of winter.
Grief is owned, bound in effigy, on to monuments of stolen souls.
His house is open, to drain the last drop of expression.

So void. Relentless, to outlive. Outlive the loss.

A knife for every time they speak his name. Swords toward the flocks that energize illusion.
Rifles knocking on the gate of eden. Thousand suns turn their refuge to dust.

3. III

Words trail down to crash to earth. Descending filth sun, proceed to fall.
Aeon day resolve endless night. In waste of time. In waste of life.
Scale of fate weigh what come to pass, on the stairway reaching furthest from "god".

In three counts of seven...
Erupt in disorder, illuminate the trinity, that anchors our fabric to existence.
When mountains rise within you, transcend to become all that will be.
Be loud, be slow, as the march of celestial time.







SWITCHBLADE LYRICS