Spears of glass

Straight through the hands

Slice by slice

The feelings of

Metal through flesh is ecstasy



Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires

Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires

The dream becomes very real



The only way

To stop the hunger is feed the pain

Feed the pain

Insane thoughts of suicide brought

To life

suicide brought to life

The dream becomes very real



As the graves are wombs

For the embryos to grow

Soulless merchants search for sufferers



The suffering!



Cut by cut

The liquid life runs from the body

Stabbing wounds bust the innards



The skin becomes the canvas

For the suffering

THE SUFFERING!



Dead, dead alive

Living, living to be

Dead, dead alive

Living, living to be



As the graves are wombs

For the embryos to grow

Soulless merchants search for sufferers



Spears of glass

Straight through the hands

Slice by slice

The feelings of

Metal through flesh is ecstasy



Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires

Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires

Brought to life

The dream becomes very real



Dead, dead alive

Living, living to be

Dead, dead alive

Living, living to be

DEAD!