The Thousand Yard Gaze (Studio)

Blood is saturated with obscenity

Of synthetic illusion, desires are open

I'm angry

And thirsty

To get lost in the flesh

To find myself

In the mind

With the help of fire, I hold hell in my jaw

I feel ashes erasing memories

While piling up fantasies and building anxiety

Ice turns into real

Blood is saturated with obscenity

Of synthetic illusion, desires are open

Fornicate within the membranes again

Cold and pain giving rise to fury

I’m angry

And thirsty