You Speak as if you know my thoughts
Your $#&@ing words mean nothing to me
The sounds of your wretched voice will be a mirror of your lifeless corpse, bleed

Let your poison flow forth
Show me the vanity that is christ and scream
Beg my blade for mercy

Maybe you'll have better luck than begging me
This is my only birth right to strip the mind of a cause so divine
Trust me things could be worse

You could be blessed with my self righteous curse
Take this life from my hands from all the %#@!
I'm feed id rather be dead

Take this life from my hands this is my only regret
You Say that life's so bad
Try living with the flaws that I have

Your weightless words so lifted with only hate
With my last breath
I'm tearing through a promise that's life forbidding

This dying world is ours tonight
Vaticide