Lyrics Methodical Disfigurement - Hiroshima Will Burn

Methodical Disfigurement

From the moment I was born I was deemed ineffectual
Seconds pass as though years had come and gone
Though my mind is only tattered and torn
Stricken of all logic, remorse seems nostalgic, the premise of revenge is
Forlorn
Yet no words can express, but my will to survive is innate
For the soul for whom took thine innocence away
From the greyness of my soul I cannot fall short that fate exists
Intentions become necessity.
Within a breath of insistence
For only the cruellest of gods could foresee this torment
Every breath could be the longest I would ever take
I am lost in plain sight at the horrors of my past, though I resist temptation
To forgive
My hands are as calloused.
As my soul from the weight.
Of the world.
Within my
Fists.
What benign existence, for whom is entitled to inherit?
And with these hands
I ll peel your flesh from their eyes
As repayment from this agony
And what was left behind
Disfigured sense of what I once despised
Only to haunt me in my dreams are the fantasies of seeking vengeance
To feel the torment I once felt, forced to mutilate their sense of humanity
I will take your right to breathe.
You once took that right from me
By removing your lungs.
And feeding them back to you.
They seem like victims
I was the one once victimized.
Yet my actions are justified
By the years spent with my veins bursting from my eyes
But if I did not execute them, if I did not take their life
I would seek forth the means by which so they are utterly dead inside
Forcibly feed them the limbs and organs of their own children and wives
Watch me slice open their loved ones and dine on them until I split my own
Sides
But all is not fictional within the confines of my own mind
I often dream of the day when I could finally meet you face to face
Your back was turned, your eyes were open wide
My fingers intrude on upon both your sockets from behind
With broken glass I ll carve my name into your gaping chest