A Passion For My Rage

With My Sights Of Darkness

The Atrocities At Hand

I Must Bare

Entangled In A State

So Cold

So Dormant

My Sickened Rageful State

My Hateful Lair



Saturated In Dejection

Saturated In Dejection



Hardened By This Reality

Sights Of Vengeance

Ever So Clear

Compelled To Rejuvenate

This World Of Hate

Into A Mass Of Chaos And Fear



Saturated In Dejection

Saturated In Dejection



The Sickening Things That I Witness

I Derive Destinct Visions From

The Sickening Thoughts

That They Confess

Hatred At Its Purest Form



I Now Become My Saving Grace

Viciously Repelling My Disgrace

My Reasoning Is Out Of Control

Constituting Reformed Laws



So Compelled To What I've Witnessed

Mesmerizing So Enticing

I Revel In Their Grief

I Confess

My Vision Is My Religion



I Now Become My Saving Grace

Exiling All This Human Waste

I Deny Your Emotions

You Perjurers

Deny Your Falsifications

You Perjurers

You Perjurers

You Perjurers