Sanoja: Cipher. Other. Time (Repeat).

Where do we go now?
One dimensional
Paper-made profile like a lost child

Build and destroy. Assault and deploy. The decoy. The me inside of the weak
boy.

A win, a loss. A minute lost. Definite costs. A minimal image bringing in a limited
accord.

Where do we go from here?

Soul bare. The inflated tear. We made it here. Men try in vain to fight the hated
air.
Blood in veins quench the seas and drench the ground appear. A crown of
thorns around your head and hair. I said its clear.

Impair the sight as light comes near, bent on the stroke of man's discontent.
Proletariat laureates. The thorn to your detriment. The fifth percent.
Skewing a picture bent. A filament bright like the legacy of Isis.

Who converts a cup of Cris' to the cult of Christ? It's the zeitgeist of the times,
turning blood to wine and making red rum.

murder makes murder...

What!!

-Staring at stone widows (LIES)
-Fallen angels reproach (LIES)
-Coming from the watery abyss
-Dead pigs smell like burnt halos

Throw it all away
Haunt us past mistakes
Time suspends a call
From the depths of Hell

We've been here since life begat. Everything we do, you react (REPEAT)
Can't bring it back. No pact, no act can reverse the sands of time for no man.
This is a fact since we've been black. Before blacks cracked rocks with olmecs.
(what)

The misdeed of your seeds is bound to come back
(THIS CAN'T BE IT)

The misdeed of your seeds is bound to come back If you come, come correct.
(THIS WORLD'S WORTHLESS)

The misdeed of your seeds is bound to come back If you come, come correct.
(THERE MUST BE SOMETHING ELSE)

The misdeed of your seeds is bound to come back If you come, come correct.
(THERE MUST BE SOMETHING MORE)

Blood in, blood out. Budding moral. Crumbling, come out. Birth to a child,
it comes around (REPEAT)

Over and Over, It's deafening everything. Bury it, carry it. Return, its leveling