The Chalice Vermillion
Thought Industry Lyrics

Leanna Nechlon pouts blood and tears. I taste her Neck. I can now make her eyes roll to white. Her pulse Rate quickens. Throbs upon my probing tongue. Stars Fall above us, burning for us. Leanna became the whore That save me from life. I've lost faith.
The singer describes indulging in a sensual moment with Leanna, noting that the pleasure of hurting her has helped distract from their loss of faith in God. They compare this experience to celestial beauty, and refer to Leanna as a savior.

Decrepit falls my Boston church, cloaking us from Within. I tip the cup, life's challice vermillion. The lost Drug of God has won. Nine angels, obscene devices for The cruel torment of the will. Consume thy paper, it will Have to guide us to Earth's Heaven above.
The singer envisions their religious upbringing as being in ruins, but finds solace in drinking from a cup filled with a red liquid. They see this as a symbol of the lost essence of God, and reference a number of angels for unclear reasons. They suggest that written knowledge will serve as a guide for the search for paradise.

Flashing light will envelope my body. Give me the Strength I have lost but will need. Transcendental my Noema develops. Pumping nectar from the darkest sun. Leanna Nechlon bleeds scriptures and lies. I drink Her thought, poison from it. I will make her... As one I write, messenger of God. The inkwell Empties. Words are colored life's red.
The singer imagines a transformation happening when they witness a bright light, and suggest that they have lost strength but need it going forward. They also claim to be processing some sort of transcendent insight. The moment with Leanna is again described in mystical terms, this time with her thoughts being portrayed as poisonous. The singer sees themself as a conduit for God's messages as they furiously write.

Leanna stares, quenched by her fear. Sliding her Hand across my face. Going down upon my lips. Feeling the blood pour so warm. Tasting like hope, love, And rust. Onto the quill it flows so quick. Finish the Verse, begin another phrase of lore. Leanna laughs as Her wrist fills my cup, and there I was when Leanna Died. Write some more.
The moment with Leanna continues, with the artist describing their partner's reaction to the wound as pleasurable. They keep writing in an almost frenzied manner, with the blood from the wound serving as motivation. It is implied that Leanna dies in the end, and that the artist uses the memory of her and the act of writing to continue on.

God exists, God is good, God is omnipotent. You Can only have two of three. To choose them all you Contradict. Mackie knew the rules so well he made Anselm disintegrate, as Pascal sat to toss his coins on The farthest part of the Universe. Dead not gone.
The artist describes the classic dilemma of theodicy, where the existence of evil is difficult to reconcile with the notion of a God who is both all-powerful and benevolent. They reference Mackie and Anselm, though it is unclear why. The line 'Dead not gone' may suggest that the artist sees death as not necessarily an end, or that ideas can outlast people.

Paper is my torment. The quill is my scalpel. I am My own thesis. The pain grows with the years.
The singer suggests that although they are plagued by their thought process, they prefer it over not having a way to express themselves or explore ideas. The metaphor of a scalpel implies precision, and they describe their understanding of things as a personal thesis. Despite this, they note that the 'pain grows with the years', implying that their pursuit is not necessarily one of happiness.

The rain falls down my face and on silent Leanna. I've lost. The Universe calls me. Oh, Mother take rne Home.
The singer appears overwhelmed, perhaps with the weight of their own thoughts or the realization of their own mortality. They see themselves as having lost something, and suggest that the universe is summoning them. In their distress, they call out to a maternal figure.