Bloodline fallacies Wreathe the soul that I call who I am Lead on while ravens watch Hungrily eyeing their prey In a forest drenched in haze Endlessly barring my way Threads become stained Weaving thoughts into blades That cry for release in the night A protector’s song By the bard of barbs Damning each breath that we take The curse in my veins [Hutcherson Solo] This is the spectre that crawls through my dreams Blasphemy born in my marrow A lineage broken and torn at the seams Now stripped down and chained I burn the remains Threads become stained Weaving thoughts into blades That cry for release in the night They’re a jailor’s song Of abuse in its arms And fears that I’m bound to this fate The curse in my veins I repent I see the machinations of torment glowing beneath the moon With mouths of broken glass they rend my flesh and herald my doom Cleave the body from my former Render the past incomplete I would end this to disown it Leave it bleeding by the sea