Twisted torn and ripped the balance goes away.
Mine is but an active imagination.
Tear the boundary down no more line.
Take a look inside the bastard that you find.
Yelling screamed and ripped just to have a say.
Yours is but an over exaggeration.
Throw the civil down kill your fear.
Feel the need, to act on what you hear!
Did they say we were hard?!
Did they say we were separation?!
Citizens of a bastard nation?!
Waste me for what I do not for what you hate.
Guilt became the prime motivation.
Throw the civil down kill his seed.
Let's cut out the heart to see if it bleeds.
Crippled lame and trapped the balance falls away.
Move, to total separation dissolve the boundary now!
Kill the line you become the new bastard that you find.
Did they say we were hard?!
Did they say we were separation?!
Citizens of a bastard nation?!
I'll walk away if you do and I'll stay if you do.
What you fear fearing be a man.
Did they say we were hard?!
Did they say we were separation?!
Citizens of a bastard nation?!
Critical moments pass as doctrines of fools will last.
I am just trying to cope into my horrorscope.
Through eyes and ears they bleed reciting their holy creed.
Heeding but one request the future is put to rest...
Bless me in darkened days down to my knees I pray.
I am just trying to cope within this horrorscope.
In the wake of all frustration I begin to lose control.
Watched as the weapons fired bombs bursting in the air...
Burned in the fields of fire standing in the middle of nowhere.
Watched as the weapons fired baptized in fields of fire!
Well the change is here and the future clear I can feel it coming.
So full of hate it's getting late I know it's coming.
When all the choice turned to just one voice,
The wind is turning this is your horrorscope...
Words laced with blasphemy drip with sincerity.
Falling into the plan like sacrificial lambs.
Hearing the words and said rings like nail to the head.
Now I can see the stars I know we have gone too far.
You will soon come with me to die and find that death is not the end.
Who I say, who will, who won't be freed tell me that this is not the end complete.
Even as the end's complete finding strength in one's defeat.
Living in an endless score killing me with battle sores.
I'm the one that's sent to kill feeling all destructive will.
Bring forth one dead soul decay the end completes the final day.
When the time has come to bare dying young fall to despair.
To bring forth one dead soul decay the end completes the final day.
