I, The Polluter letra

The presumption, think my thoughts
Aim low to target your darkest corner
Surrender all and consume my mold
Your freshness and glow to worship

Your healthy claret, a gift
I, the receiver and you, the giver
When are we planning to leave and bleed?
You, the donator, me, the polluter

Subsist to eat and breathe you dry
A chalice of charred remains
A solid education in the art of affliction
Drained, emptied out
Precious, cavernous

Deceased masks, pretending still
Defile and inherit the body, your temple
Release the grip to end it
Descend into oblivion

Release the grip, be gone
Your nursing claret now consumed
The normal now surreal
Reclaim the host of rampancy
To make your soul unseal

When are we planning to leave?
When are we planning to leave and bleed?
When are we planning to leave?
When are we planning to leave and bleed?

No more
Turn cold
You look like grief itself
When do I come to her?
Everyone is waiting
Come together to mourn

October Tide - Letras

• 12 Days of Rain
• A Custodian of Science
• Adoring Ashes
• All Painted Gold
• Blackness Devours
• Blue Gallery
• Caught In Silence
• Deplorable Request
• Emptiness Fulfilled
• Ephemeral
• Floating
• Fragile
• Grey Dawn
• Heart of the Dead
• I, The Polluter
• In Hopeless Pursuit
• Infinite Submission
• Into Deep Sleep
• Losing Tomorrow
• Lost in the Dark (And Then Gone)
• October Insight
• Of Wounds to Come
• Our Constellation
• Scorned
• Sightless
• Sweetness Dies
• The Day I Dissolved
• The Dividing Line
• Watching The Drowners