Open Water by Wreath Lyrics

Sycophant sons should rejoice
I’m  sending you all to the soil
Foul  of you to mock what I preach
Rot beneath me like you were told

Forfeit your spirit to
The  infinite points of the star
While  the merciful few
Torment in holes that they cut while they starve

Clear  of conceited desire
Void of a purpose untrue
Heretics burn at the pyre
Awake in the ashes anew

Lie  upon the altar
Bleed in open water

Somewhere outside your sanctuary
You bled your promise to me
No mouth to speak, still I must scream
Crucify me in your celluloid dreams
Lord of the vice, antichrist
Devourer of heaven, redeemed in the light