Grind me down to dust inside of your head
Find my final shape underneath your skin
A mass forms inside of your head And underneath your skin.
My hate will burn inside your veins, Spreading throughout your being
I saw you burning; consumed by doubt. A hell of your invention where you belong.
I scarred myself trying to help. Begging, pleading for you to come back to yourself.
Count your breaths as precious gifts as you waste the time you have left.
I take my shape under your skin. Scratch at your flesh as I dig my way in.
Day by day your spirit grows weaker, your being fades.
This wild 35-track all-metal benefit album features Mare Cognitum, Panopticon, and more reinventing songs by Tori Amos & others. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2020