Ghosts possess the wilting paint of these walls.
Sacramental resonance fills the cavities of my mind with despair.
Your deceit failed to surprise.
I should have known I should have seen you for my eyes own apparition you came to be.
My own delusion, I’ve been standing behind myself for all this time.
Witnessing myself in the Devils hand, am I man or device?
All time has come and gone again, you’ve missed your chance to make amends.
Descent unto devils I truly pray you will not endure your penance.
Endure this penance.
I see my enemy, in shattered glass, stare right back at me.
I see my enemy, eyes covered in shadow, identity hidden from me.
Oh God, I haven’t followed your rules. Oh Lord, please don’t let it be true.
Oh Fallen Angel, we create our hell like a tomb. Oh Devil, I gave the key right to you.
My dear nemesis, I’ve broken you down to no more than shards.
Turning mirrors to fragments to turn you to echoes. Turning mirrors to fragments to turn you away.
Faith, I have, that you’ll fade away.
Deluded as you were you destroyed it all. I dictate you deserve all manner of disfigurement that these devils can dispense to this sin-filled soul.
The mask slips, could this be real? The mask slips and I find myself behind the draw.
from Demo 2015,
released February 17, 2015
Words & music by Erin Chester-Master