Visitation Lyrics

	The path I set out on took a turn
	when the axis shifted
	This is not the life I envisioned
	What's done is done
	The crime is committed
	Now the beast has come home to roost
	He returns with blood on his hands
	Caught in the trap of meeting
	the laws of supply and reprimand
	My blood is boiling.
	I can't feel my own skin
	Though I can see it crawling
	Can't expose all these sins
	But I can see them falling down.
	There's no escape from building tension
	The pressure valve has been refitted
	A lost plot in constant revision
	A rising storm that's never abated
	You can't know enough 'til too much
	The envelope is decimated
	Too far gone now to reverse my course and be subjugated
	And my blood keeps boiling.
	This is a labour of hate.
	This is how I choose to survive
	The only way I know to exist
	The road is hard and the cost is high
	But I was built for this,
	My labor of hate.

	The path I set out on took a turn
	when the axis shifted
	This is not the life I envisioned
	What' s done is done
	The crime is committed
	Now the beast has come home to roost
	He returns with blood on his hands
	Caught in the trap of meeting
	the laws of supply and reprimand
	My blood is boiling.
	I can' t feel my own skin
	Though I can see it crawling
	Can' t expose all these sins
	But I can see them falling down.
	There' s no escape from building tension
	The pressure valve has been refitted
	A lost plot in constant revision
	A rising storm that' s never abated
	You can' t know enough ' til too much
	The envelope is decimated
	Too far gone now to reverse my course and be subjugated
	And my blood keeps boiling.
	This is a labour of hate.
	This is how I choose to survive
	The only way I know to exist
	The road is hard and the cost is high
	But I was built for this,
	My labor of hate.

	The path I set out on took a turn
	when the axis shifted
	This is not the life I envisioned
	What' s done is done
	The crime is committed
	Now the beast has come home to roost
	He returns with blood on his hands
	Caught in the trap of meeting
	the laws of supply and reprimand
	My blood is boiling.
	I can' t feel my own skin
	Though I can see it crawling
	Can' t expose all these sins
	But I can see them falling down.
	There' s no escape from building tension
	The pressure valve has been refitted
	A lost plot in constant revision
	A rising storm that' s never abated
	You can' t know enough ' til too much
	The envelope is decimated
	Too far gone now to reverse my course and be subjugated
	And my blood keeps boiling.
	This is a labour of hate.
	This is how I choose to survive
	The only way I know to exist
	The road is hard and the cost is high
	But I was built for this,
	My labor of hate.

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