Clenched fist, hot blooded. Make no mistake these eyes have seen what drives the blind. I need a cutman to bleed these angry eyes. . Hallowed are those, they pay no price.
Capture your souls with a vengeful fist. I will hunt down and conquer. Send your best to the grave. For your crime I've suffered. . I lurk in the shadows.
Convictions, lost direction. . Once a fielded dream. Controlled by the heat within. Cold could not withstand. Pressure to keep the sky in my hand. . Now a failing breeze.
Surrounded by infection. Increasing mass forms our nation. Blind hordes create our demise. Succumbed to worthless living. . I'll never follow you into your herded lives.