Blood is the omen
Blossoming into rot
Deep below
Unseen by the eyes of God
Every time I try reach my f*cking hand out
Stamped back into the dirt
Withered by time, stumbling inside, the crushing fist of iron
Malignance proliferates in the absence of the divine
Absolute absence of joy
Absolute absence of love
Trapped inside this rotten, bloody pulp
Oh god, I'm so sick of waiting
Sick to death
I choke the life out from my reflection
And invoke a spiteful inception
Abandoned name, I drag the chains
It should've been you
Corruption sets
The sanction I accept
All that's left is violence
Beat til there's nothing left to bleed
Will I finally be free?
At last the light it shines out of me