Shed Your Masters

Circle of benediction.
Here comes great affliction.
Pounding on my wooden door.
Screaming, we don’t want you anymore!
Criticising all I am and have done.
Lets see where you stand in this pantheon.

Shed skin for disaster.
Born again to have no master.
Picking bones from teeth.
Squandering chance at relief.

Cycle of dereliction.
Put one more stitch in them.
Patter of feet that do not belong.
One false word and you will be gone.
Fated resurrection written in mud.
Never said it was a prophecy of good.

Shed skin for disaster.
Born again to have no master.
Picking bones from teeth.
Squandering chance at relief.

These are the consequences.
Here lies our only truth.
Sift through the riddles.
Determination to find irrefutable proof.
Damning the guilty until they admit.
Breaking bones in hopes that they will quit.
What sort of route is that to tread?
Tonight a single tear will definitely be bled!

Shed skin for disaster.
Born again to have no master.
Picking bones from teeth.
Squandering chance at relief.

Shed skin for disaster.
Born again to have no master.
Picking bones from teeth.
Squandering chance at relief.