The Purple Throne Lyrics

You are the purple Throne and the bloodred sky

You have no name but the thousands we have given to you
(yet none of them glorifies you more than silence)

...made of might and sorrow...

My red grinning wrists call you
They know your name
They are your name

Your excellency, you are the rotting factor in me

You are the mist behind their backs

Life is my grave
There is no salvation only the purple Throne in a black room behind the f*cking nightmare mirrors of life You are the inevitable
and I speak to you with an unknown language
words about nothingness
voices without words
mouths with no tongues

You are the inevitable
King 666
You have no name nor language
You are the purple throne
and the bloodred sky
and I call you with my knife
in front of the nightmare mirrors of life

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