Skinwalker Lyrics

Mother knows best for the bringer of worlds

A vortex of spells have pulled him in

When does he get the day to decide where his momentum's released and what kind of beast is conceived?

Rise my sea

Clench fists with air as if it's the throat of your god

They denied us

Swear that you will never let go

Let go

Let go of gods who don't show their face

And now the fountain of life runs dry

And your mill grinds slowly as it should

Deities they'll never give us what we want

Now go ahead and pray he's on your side

We've chosen ours

Will you choose our messiah?

We've chosen ours

Will you choose our messiah?

We've chosen ours

Will you choose our messiah?

Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers' distant glow

Tin gods they descend all the same

They bend; it makes them easy to mold for our gospel's songs

Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers' distant glow

Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides us from our lessers' distant glow

Tin gods they descend all the same

Tin gods they descend all the same

Mother knows best for the bringer of worlds