Cyphers & Code

One in five will refuse the blindfold

Peace came from money with a bullet of gold

Social perception climbs the wall of insane

Open your skull and take a slice of your brain

Haunted hills, warning chills, wanted sign

Hole in the mirror is a rent in space-time

Ice on my face and a fire runs through my veins

Disassembled pieces of dimensional frames

Game on it's a hunt to the death, into the never zone, into sudden darkness

A knife of bone and you're feeling brave, a stab in your soul from the red eyed raven

In the distance you can see all the stones that make the crucifix form and the key is the fire storm