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!