Source Of Fire

Dead Congregation

Glane of desire 
Towards what was once needed 
Now that all got obtained, used and consumed 
Lack of hope force-fed 
Energy tuned into fire. 

Starving, craving, feeding 
the endless process 

Curving, forcing, bleeding 
Sins never confessed 

Glorification of other 
Icon revealed through needs 
Icon eaten, swallowed 
Turning the outside into inside 
Vortex of fire 
Vortex of will 
Vortex of power 

Make me whole 
Let the rise reach its peak of transcendency 
Go through mind conspiracy 
My own soul private enemy