| Blood was like paste on the walls
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| Bodies lay lifeless like dolls
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| A moment that felt like days
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| Lives extinguished in a rage
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| So nauseous I don’t realize
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| Incessantly feeding the flies
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| In the moment of visceral haze
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| The last thing you see are my crazed eyes
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| The last thing you see are my eyes
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| Fear lies beneath your facade
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| In panic you scream for your God
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| No way I’ll ever abstain
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| Blood falls from the ceiling like rain
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| Patiently unleash my violence
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| Ingesting the sweet sound of your silence
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| In darkness this feeling I love
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| To be covered in blood… blood from above
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| This violence finally sets me free
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| Brings demons back to torture me
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| There’s no god pulling at my strings
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| I’m above all sorrow faith can bring
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| Disengaged I see your face
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| An adrenaline rush I can’t replace
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| Hands around your neck
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| Your senses numb
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| Staring into your eyes when the stillness comes |