THE CLOD Songtext
von Gasket

Seen clearly through staining glass
Laid a bed of nails around your festered mass
No seclusion or countenance
Not a thought to deter your cowardice
Now it′s burned beyond your grasp
Burned beyond your grasp

Shattered prevision
Reject remission


And still you stand to sanctify
Feigning ignorance upon a mound of lies
No search for covenance
Solely what you've dreamt of it

Shattered prevision
Reject remission

Exploiting fulfillment

Always
Chasing
Virtue
Seething
Judgement