I will consume one thousand voices All gnawing their tongues in agony With blasphemies to wage war As my flesh adorns their static throne I will drink from the cup of fury Standing over seas of glass Glowing with fires That burn the images of idolatry Whoever has eyes Let them see Spirits are damned To chambers Of echoes And egos To wither In slumber And worship Eternal Shameless perfection Distorted projections Monuments erected Resemble hubris Blessed are the sick Who have tasted sin And revel in vain Dissonance Blessed are the sick I will consume one thousand voices I will drink from the cup of fury As my flesh adorns their static throne Whoever has eyes Let them see