Hole

Fever now, start the cure near and far, all is lost angel with empty eye-sockets the refined shall be your witness from all the sounds that swing the universe no one‘s ever gotten near you until now gods and mortals animal it’s time to face the truth there is no hope give away yourself into the hole church and temple synagogue it’s time to speak the truth there is no hope just wait and see right through seven kings – on the seven tops of the world throwing crowns into the void four wounded angels – in the four corners of the world holding daunting winds and let loose now it’s time to bend me down on my knees

Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 10, 2025