Ed Parsons

Pain and aberration in his eyes Worn, plague-ridden knees The holy giant He crushes the ground below Sets fire to the leaves Oh God help me Deicide or glorified delirium? Slippin' on the paradigm of death Frail mind or sanctified oblivion? Trippin' on the paradigm of death Golden tabernacle in his hand No life in his veins A fallen angel arises from the dust and Infinity repeats Over and over again Deicide or glorified delirium? Slippin' on the paradigm of death Frail mind or sanctified oblivion? Trippin' on the paradigm of death