The Imp Songtext
von Hotrod

A layer of hectic
Softly settling, tightening it′s grip
Rip, twist
Unbuckle this vessel and ride it through abyss
It feels ice cold
To break the mould but my soul
Is striving for disunion
(Verisimilitude)
This cartoon
The echo in my cell
Deluding me with hell to bestow

Leave low
Cold hope
Self-gain
(Numbing of knees, unknowingly)

Winner of the game
Bow your head in shame
Lift a light the smoke rise


Thick
Plume sky
(Numbing of knees, unknowingly)

Winner of the game
Bow your head in shame
Lift a light, rise

Goodbye
My child
Time has
Come
(You have been evicted)

In my eulogy savour me
Savour me
Simple pleasure
Tell them who I used to be

All of these memories charred, scarred and blue
Pale is the taste that drifts away slipping, fading hue
Reconcile the volatile guise I lived to
Recognise hereditary lies

A crimson born child
Grin withholding voice
Illusion of choice