Vestibule of Hell letra

Seething with a hunger only you can fill
I am the specimen you bend to your will
You pertain to everything I despise and it shows
My body burns and throes
This love I yearn for, is hard to see
Though trails of smoke and enkindled trees
I have to be free

You suspect
You suspect
You suspect
But I know
Just how it feels to be pushed aside
And I know
Just how many demons still reside
I'm alone, all alone, in every essence bar my mind
My little ventricle of light
I know

Place me in containment, away from harm
All but yours, I long for calm
I pertain to everything you detest and it shows
The light will swell and grow
This world I cling to, is history
Through walls of bodies and apathy
I need some relief

You suspect
You suspect
You suspect

But I know
Just how it feels to be pushed aside
And I know
Just how many demons still reside
I'm alone, all alone, in every essence bar my mind
My little ventricle of light
I know
Just how it feels to be locked away
And I know
How you wish my ailment falls astray
I'm overthrown, overthrown by something I cannot quell
My little vestibule of hell
I know

Voices From The Fuselage - Letras

• A Principal God
• A Principle God
• Anew
• Aqueous
• Astral Existence
• Departure
• Destitute
• Devil's Advocate
• Domus
• Epicinium
• Fenestra
• Grave Digging
• Inner Child
• Life on Titan
• Machina
• Meteorites
• Nightfall
• Nine Levels
• Oceans
• Ortus
• T.E.E.S.O.E.
• The Monolith
• The Wreckage
• Vault of Heaven
• Vestibule of Hell
• Via