Massacred, hacked to death, my revenge. Slicing deep into your flesh, the pain intense. Dreams of hate, misery fill my mind. Puke in your face in disgust, it's time to die.
Can anybody hear me now. A cruel land's fallen son. Pleading to the skies above. Forgive me please for what I've done. . The only truth is death they claim.
From above and around observations are collected. Knowledge is taken in by curious life forms. That may bring hope from beyond beneath the giver of life, our sun.
Arise, and see your beaten master. is hungry for his spoon. His cries are met by joyous laughter. and stones from dusk till noon. . He preyed upon the innocent.
You see your vision and no one else's. Your every word filled with sarcasm. Crucify people with invisible knowledge. Verbal destruction with each compulsion.
Those who are a waste of life. Use up air that others could breathe. Human leaches all around. Superior is what they believe. . Fake is a word you represent.
Twisted, beaten, and now ripped apart. The black hopeless days of a once thriving heart. The pain of the process. Your sick little plan. You buried the hope but! You can't kill the man.
You live in your private hell. Don't know if you're sick or well. Something out there calls your name. Too insecure to enter the game. . Life to you is a magazine.
Every day blows by in a world of corrupt addiction. With life comes pain withdrawals and deformation. Breaking the mould of human appearance. Contorting bodies with chemical interference.
if you're dream is shattered. pick up the glass. Don't let your head, keep running. whatever is behind you. leave it past. can't you see, what's comming.
Strangers beware but come if you dare. You've entered their sacred domain. Keep to yourself or with them you'll be dealt. The thrashers will put you to shame.
Bodies deformed way beyond belief. Cast out from their concerned society. Flesh contorting day after day. Freak of the dark world is what the people say.
Put your life into their hands. Die for someone else. Now you're in the real world. Where pain and death are felt. . The first blood shed does not seem real.
Now that push turned to shove, damn it. And my mind is my own. Still you poke and you prod daily. With that off setting harsh tone. . And you thought that you had me.
A condemning fear strikes down. Things they cannot understand. An excuse to cover up weaknesses that lie within. Lies. Laying your guilt and pain. On people that had no part in the molding of a life.
A condeming fear strikes down. Things they cannot understand. An excuse to cover up weaknesses that lie within. Lies. Laying your guilt and pain. On people that had no part in the molding of a life.
Your thoughts attack, you made your bed. You moved your king, now rest your head. The cutting edge or so you think. Your thoughts are ancient, your ways extinct.
To the world around, he was the perfect person. Planning for an alibi, he then starts rehearsing. A human bomb just waiting to explode. This secret rage can't be controlled.