Lacerations carved from coffin nails
Puncturing your soul with the wickedness
Quivering flesh becomes the canvas
Hate fills my wounds with salt
Quintessence of higher suffering!
Quintessence of a dying God!
Eat my heart as it beats my contempt
Suffocate me with your lust for pain
Taste the rage as old as time
Rape my consciousness and lay the blame
Quintessence of higher suffering!
Quintessence of a dying God!
Deny me not! 'Cause I am salvation
I breathe through your skin
Inhaling the flaws you could never hide
Can you feel me inside your ever pore
Let it transform, separating us from mortality…
Quintessence of higher suffering!
Quintessence of a dying God!
Quintessence of a higher suffering…