Dark hearts
Glass souls
People wearing masks
Of freshly cut flesh
As I walk
I hear them talk
Discriminate as you will
How about they wait till
The day heaven falls
And hell is raised
I know where they will be
Drowning in troubled
Suicidal thoughts
Waging an aimless war
Stealing vision from the blind
And wisdom from the dead
Just another pitiful cycle
Only those blinded by life
Will think to see the light
To something never right
I know where I stand
On this battlefield
Allow emotions to run cold
And fueds to be old
I weave through the slaughter
As if I were a needle
Coated in sorrow
Amongst disease
Ridden flesh
Sow my sins onto my own
I await hell on my own