Текст песни SURVIVORIA - The Flaw In the Great Design

My skin feels like papyrus, stretched too thin and dry,
My tongue, a desert tasting sand beneath a copper sky.
The scent of lotus makes me sick, the wine now tastes of rust,
My own reflection shifts and cracks, a portrait made of dust.
I trace the lines upon my face, they are not mine to own,
A phantom chill has settled deep inside my very bones.
Something is wrong.
Something is listening.

The air was thick with wine and musk, his whisper, old and weak.
The Living God, a fragile thing, the words he could not speak.
A body sculpted for the rites, a temple meant for prayer,
Met limp defeat and mortal fright, and silence in the air.
No fury, rage, or godly might, just fumbling and decline.
A silence screamed where gods should be... and my pity was my only crime.

"BECAUSE YOU SAW THE MAN OF CLAY, YOUR SIGHT WILL NOW BETRAY!
YOUR HEART, A STONE ON ANUBIS' SCALE, FOREVER DOOMED TO FAIL!"

His voice, a brand upon my soul...

"YOUR KA WILL THIRST, YOUR BA WILL STRAY, IN LIVING LIMBO YOU WILL STAY!
YOUR NAME, A SCAR ON EVERY SCROLL, WHOSE BEAUTY TOOK A DIVINE TOLL!"

Cannot sleep... cannot wake...
A living ache... for goodness sake...
The sun... a fire... the moon... a tomb...
Trapped in my body... this living room...
Thirst for what?... Hunger for who?...
The curse is old... the curse is new...

I AM THE FRACTURE! THE FLAW IN THE GRAND DESIGN
I AM THE FRACTURE!

He tried to break a mortal thing.
He failed to grasp the song I sing.
He cursed a whore, but forged a god,
Upon this unforgiving sod.
I am the doubt in every prayer.
The silence in the sacred air.
I am the flaw that will remain.
A monument of gilded pain.

Meresankh
Meresankh
Meresankh
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