Paroles: In Flames. Black-Ash Inheritance. Gyroscope.

Geology is digging through my brain
A manta engulfing the world
To throw it up once again
To a guild of lifted daggers

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

A diabolical sequence of stabs
Written in cutting stone
From the fossilized den of thieves
Our lives die

Neo-wolf, but older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures

I see the nursing all mother
Spitting out a trail of termites
In the mouth of her first born hope
Breasts ripe with smog filled rebellion

Apathy dressed in violence
White insectoid legs
Curse her lips and her mouth
Receptive only to pain

But older again
Than the Lupus itself
Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
A collection of failures