You wont see us come X4. you wont see us come. in the night. with these knives. . and these bloodstains on our hands X2. paint the walls. taste the blade.
All hail. Praises be to thee. Oh ye paper deity. As we hail our sacred cow. To the bankers we will bow. Endless profit from their wars. Making slaves of all the poor.
I am no longer alive. Somewhere along this life I have died inside. My soul has been denied. . Rise of the black hearts. We take to the skies. The ravens of omen.
Sailing under sheets of rain. The waves crashing inside my brain. A gray horizon lies below. The oceans pulling undertow. . Swallowed by the silence of thw watery abyss.