Stoke The Flames Of Their Damnation – Wrapped In Words

See for we are a quest of fortune and wine, forwards together arm wrapped in arm unto the diseased lands before us, thriving where others should die, surviving where the greater have perished, we two, we four, we plentiful few, we are sodomy, we are broken dreams of our child self, we are the vestal…

Be Thy Flesh Before Me – Wrapped In Words

Separation of the sanctimonious arseholes who first possessed this rightful pathway of preservation, retardation of the complexities that make us miss inform our own senses to deceive whatever small part of ourselves deserves to be hidden from our own disturbing truths, now join with me as we shed thy flesh and stare at our own…

Sickness Of The Wicked Princess – Wrapped In Words

Disemboweled catchphrases hanging from my tongue, stripped of authenticity, stripped of rightful fun, we wickedly weave frustrations through the needle’s eye, when all we have before us is a guarantee to die, sophisticated deceptions, lies painted as the truth, we don’t even see our darkness, until it’s displayed before our eyes..