Lyrics Your Scent - Uneven Structure

Your Scent

You threw all of us down this boiling kettle
Oarsmen and hangmen alike together, tender meat for your loathsome meal
Trading thousands of promises for their grief-stricken brides
Their tears your salt, their solitude your spices
Nobody ventured this far to put up with your illusion
And offer body and soul as a reward
We’re not thankful, I’m not forgiving
This big lie you’ve sold to the broken ones
Fulfilling nothing but a cardinal instinct
Swirling tails and edentate smiles
The backdrop of your demise
When you let the mermaid’s curtain
Wrap your thoughts and bow to its reign
This is our lament to the unchosen hosts
Their supper, our last breath made chants
Torn out with a stern vigor by your very own scarlet mouths
Love made lust for grinding teeths sliding down the scales of our defeat
Your need to fill the vacuity of your existence
Matches my call for a moment of validation
Our sour contentment