Вершы: Burn The Priest. Bloodletting.

Archaic methods transfer through well, in the face of mass denial
Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity
Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground
Down to a glass edge carrying me away

Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire
A suicide mission destined to fail
A moving ladder to climb taking me away
I wouldn't have it any other way