The Shape Of Things Lyrics - Road To Bloodshed - Sanctity

As I watch this creature grow 

It starts to take a look 

Just under it's own being 

And what it finds 

Will be the nothing it has sought 

Lost for all time, this prize 

When will it bite the hand that feeds it 

First taste of flesh it is so pure 

The shape of things so twisted 

With one quick strike 

The master turns to slave 

The beast has grown from it's bonds 

And what it finds 

Outside the gates of it's own mind 

For all time unkind 

When will it bite the hand that feeds it 

First taste of flesh it is so pure 

The shape of things so twisted 

As I watch this creature grow 

It starts to take a look 

Just under it's own being 

When will it bite the hand that feeds it 

First taste of flesh it is so pure 

The shape of things so twisted 

No longer recognize this nightmare