Sir Animus

Father let me cross the line
To lit the flame, the path, the superstition
Like a painter draws the line
To meet, to lead, subconcsious expeditions
Behind your soft portrait I find my home tonight my dear

Sir Animus, I need from you to be my arms my extention
Open my eyes, scream lesson 1, while in the corner I sit still
Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention
Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension

Sir Animus, we split in time like a cadaver in sections
Idiot savants, messin around while in the corner we sit still
Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention
Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension

Father, let me cross the line
To lit the flame, the path, the superstition
Like a painter draws the line
To meet, to lead, subconcsious expeditions
Behind your soft portrait I find my home tonight my dear

Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention
Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension

Sir Animus, the mirror's broken now I need your reflection
To open my eyes, to trade the venom for the c2h6 free
Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention
Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension

Since you were born your flesh it was already a ghost
So you built a metaphysical fortress
To keep outside the fright, but this you must know

You'll desintegrate along with your phony paper
Time shall quench the fire that made you glow

You could be the man who writes all history in paper
But time shall quench the fire that made it glow

Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention
Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension
Sir Animus maximus, Paint every intention
Sir Animus maximus, lines full of tension