A Graveyard For Bitches Lyrics - Singles - Crisis

He's an invader on a misson. Got a built - in weapon. 

Gotta stake his claim, Leave his mark, then go conquer 

all over again. He's becoming a weapon, A flesh and bone 

knife. He's been taught to conquer and kill. A prefect 

Student with an animalistic will. His body's a weapon, A 

weapon of war. He leaves his mark,and it's deep from his 

insides. It's like she's the raw meat, and he's drawing the 

flies, He's not the only one, the mindset multiplies, the 

mindset Multiplies. Like little soldiers with orders from 

the hive, like a modern primitive tribe. Animus primitized 

in the jungle of life. Human but hubris perverted by the 

hive. Societal sickness only pigues curiosity, Goes without 

scrutiny, Becomes inherited Victimology history. Heart 

grows Cold as stone. Sharpens the soul, Works over flesh 

and bone, till it's tough and unbreakable and all softness 

is gone. He takes something away, she's dead alive. Afraid 

to look his own inevitable death in the eye, a beast comes 

to life! in her blood he's baptised by this soul sex genocide; 

the thrill is in the taking. He's an invader, his body's 

a weapon, He's going to pillage the flesh frontier. Gonna 

stab jab invade penetrate degrade chop slice dice victimize 

crack gash stab tear hack till the meat is off the 

hook... Warm blood won't wash away a dirty shame. 

Split open veins, still won't sweeten a sour hate. Can you 

hear them screaming..... He's in too deep, he's in too deep, 

She's dead alive. Headless torso, arms and legs; their ghosts 

still remain, lifegiving wombs,birthing his pain.