Heretic's Fork

Pull the curtain over the head
Blanket by all the needs
Feel the grip that sends them to God
Belief in another, the carbide is lifted
Heard the voice of the high screaming
Situation, well it's insatiation

Filled in with the prayer
As angels sing
Built to erase your coldest trace
Your light come over you now
Filled in with the prayer

Heard the voice of the high screaming
Situation, well it's insatiation
The bird is among us and we are the lifted
The masters have all been anointed

Filled in with the prayer
As angels sing
Built to erase your coldest trace
Your light come over you now
Filled in with the prayer

Heard the voice of the high screaming
Situation, well it's insatiation