Lyrics The Weaver of Tendons - Aversio Humanitatis

The Weaver of Tendons

Layers of layers of flesh
Skin thick as stone
And black iron wretched
Monuments of failure rising tall
Evidence of our vility
Of the true nature of all
Of a being so corrupt and small
Hammer
Crack the stone
Mold the steel
Carve the bone
Burn
Feel the rain
Rise your palms
Submit to the pain
Stretch
Turn the wheel
Tear the joints
Fix the beams
Cut clean
Immaculate lines
Of sharp white light
Contour the shapes
Of vertical wires
Defining the absurd cult
Of a materialized hoax
That is all and nothing at all
Stand proud
Under the banner
Of blending in an earthly manner
And thus
Be part of something
That is all and nothing at all