Hell-oH shit no it's the devil, let me go, let me know the sacrificial lamb was a peasant pendin' noh body's ever endin' soul rottin' rendered by a skull, slaughtered, severed by his own father.
Life is the life you've been living
Strife in the smites you've been given
The right to be likely forgiven
For writing in sin when we
Rival the enemy, confident pens will bleed
Slaughtered as weaponry martyrs
oF destiny left to reap what they sew
Never deceitful to owe a penny of means
To the rope that's been severing clean
As they choke.. In repentence we cope.
Lead us deafened through hope
To lessen the road taken by several o' foe
Onto Heaven we go, let's follow the yellow brick road..
As we throw upon the wretched throne
Let's honor Heaven prone upon the
Hell we rome and wander
Shells of broken ponder
Tells of spoken somber
We will all be lost for thought
We ought but not let death rot
Death is the presense of breath
We're relentless to catch
If we ever commend it to
Never be sentenced to end
Can we surrender forever
To judgement thats punished the clever
Never.. never.. ever let 'em catch up..
We can mend descents of Heaven
Fallen angels broke and bent but
Fallen halos choked the rest of them
Several decreped of skeletons
Help them embellish flesh
We can see the hellishness..
We can see the hellishness..
We can see the hellishness..
Wade in holy water with these
Ghosts that hold my body up
To what we know as God
Yet all we know is not too godly
oF us.. Take my soulless zombie
From this wholeless hole that drowns me
If I'm so alone then watch me
End it all, my soul bleeds calmly
Rain descending hate,
This judgement strikes down upon you..
Blades taste the pain,
This judgement strikes down upon you..
Faces framed with blame,
This judgement strikes down upon you..
Traces of a saint,
His judgement strikes down upon you..
You don't own the blood I bathe in
Sacred home of disgust I lay in
Taken souls of the sun I pray with
Daylight grows to smother in anguish
Stitched and sewn unto which the blood dries
Written in stone unto which the blood dries
The sun contoured shadow as the blood dries
oF a conquered battle as the blood cries
As we're judged upon the slums of summoned some
We fall from the Heavens yet buried in hell as expunged
In a life that ends when hardly it has begun
Is a knife that stabs when hardly it has to cut
If we're right to ask then Godly is last to shun
But the eyes of mass let God see the last to none
As the minds surpass then God seeks to grasp wisdom
In lines we'll gather to all heed the last judgement to come
We'll carry the coffins on cold shoulders of the moshes
We'll bury the losses of those who hold them close yet lost them
We'll stare at our God in awe, our jaws will drop them
To bite the hand that feeds, regardless to stop it
