Witness shame's parade. The pain of blame repaid. It's fucking hopeless. Accusations and denial. . Hopeless, demon of another day. Colorless, stoned, solid grey.
You want to hate me for the way you hate yourself. You think you can find who you are in someone else. Criticize who already found their positioning. You've got a long way to go.
A thousand heads cut clean across their necks. Right down the hall from me. The Reich's relentless blade. Thirsty and shining red. Still echoes of their screams.
The knowledge that seeking the favor of another. Means the murder of self.. This is the resolution. The end of all progress. The death of evolution. It bleeds all life away..
The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain. Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well. . Constructed a monument to denial and excess.
The sins of deliverance. . The eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope. The unknowing tyrant walks to the rope. . It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made.
Now you've got something to die for. Now you've got something to die for. . Infidel. Imperial. Lust for blood. A blind crusade. Apocalyptic. We count the days.
If there was a single day I could live. A single breath I could take. I'd trade all the others away. . The blood's on the wall. so you'd might as well just admit it.