Disease spreading death, entire population dies. Dead before you're born, massive suicide. Vicious game of fear, it's all extermination now. Poison in your veins, global genocide.
I am the last of the dying insane. You would scream at the things I've done. Knowing now that the dead still see. My blood, it runs like mercury. . Your last breath, the sword comes down.
I never thought the taste of you. Would be the only thing to make me be. Why am I so alive while you lay still in the ground beneath me?. . Fear of death, the dark inside have become your only children.
I wake each day to propaganda written to persuade. Complacency, conformity. Relentless madness they regurgitate. . So save your breath. You can't coerce the strong with verbal warfare.
It's the terror that you've gotta miss. And I wanna see you right in front of death. Your eyes will shine. We're all alone and there is no noise. . Step into my shadow.
I have witnessed your death. I've seen it many times. Your tortured screams. Your decrypted little mind. . A father's son. With pathetic eyes that bleed.
Illness, infected born mutilated strain. Issue transfusion, no one left to blame. Nature's way of thinning out the human fucking herd. Disease, to war, to fear his own kind.
I stab you right between the eyes, you awaken from the lies. I've said it ever since its inception, they're the masters of deception. I'm a godless heretic, not a God fearing lunatic.
Surrender your cloth and collar priest. There's no need for your beliefs in war. This is a place for heathens. Into that darkness fires illuminate. . Grotesquely swollen by the heat.
A soldier's heart. Reflecting back at me. I keep seeing mutilated faces. Even in my dreams. . Distorted images. Flashing rapidly. Psychotically abusing me.
It's the feel of your blood as it flows smoothly down my skin. Intoxicating my soul, immortality seducing me. Burning in your own hell which now binds you to me infinitely.