Branntshatz

Lyrics

I unearth your gentle core
Expose you to the fire
The ash, it feels like sainted silk
Uncovering bitter taste

Your essence
Makes no sense
Could it be
It's innocence
Makes no sense

In the pit I dig for bloom
Seeking, singeing wax oblique, so weak
The threads, they swell with tender sounds
And spill malignity

Your essence
Makes no sense
What dwells inside you
Fakes innocence
(Makes no sense)
(Makes no sense)
Whatever flourishes in vain
It's innocence

No antidote for
Purity that springs from malady
No antidote for
Purity that springs from malady

I subdue the raging quiet
Surrendering to noise
Unsaid remains what wasn't heard
To make the dread prevail

Makes no sense
Makes no sense
Makes no sense