The chair's been kicked, a rope tied to the rafters Blue faced and broken necked, I sigh Relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare Of that hated
My crimson covered hands - clutch heart strings newly broken moths breed in my entrails - hate washes through my fucking veins friendship turns to disease
The sound of vomiting to my ears' like singing Now I'm beginning to become erect With illness I'm obsessed in the beds of the fallen I rest A fixation
Terror be thy name Burning thine bridge And death the same A year to drain my innocence And course it through Your blackened veins Oh, Demoness What
Your eyes push shards of glass to mince my defenses I never thought I'd feel this way - memories haunting every breath it frightens me to know I can
Amidst a swirling din of smoke And screaming on the battlefield born Reared on the teat of my dear mother war Hardened to stone through abuse Mocked,
This twisted wretched place shadowed By the utmost darks of hell In dreams of black beyond the bounds Of a withered witch's spell Where the doors surely
Lord below, Your abysmal horrors we call forth Awaken, rise up and cleanse this earth with fire The taste of victory awaits our wicked tongues As You
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Between the lies our dead language tongues Before the dawns our hearts they, shall hunt The smell of blood excites the nostrils At first cut the sanguinary
I'll tell you in one sentence. The truth should not have broken you. You know I'd never turn away, Not in your darkest hour. I won't reiterate the immense
inhuman, the mounting of a tragedy macabre resurrection of the fallen, the undead start to rise driven by hunger for vengeance we're left with little
We bear the bloodline of the conqueror Behold this war scarred coat of arms Weathered and worn are we But with an eye ajar we sleep with blade in hand
cross "the west side highway" Dahlia, I know I've done you wrong Dahlia, I know I've done you wrong Dahlia, I know I've done you wrong But dahlia
I loved you, you made me hate me You gave me hate, see it saved me and these tears are deadly You feel that? I rip back every time you tried to steal
Break him, take him down Squeeze him, watch him drown Black Dahlia's in my head Black Dahlia's in my head Confession's good for the soul Black Dahlia
I am the ones and the zero's that control commerce And file you silently far away I am the children starving in the gutter Bellies full of unabated poverty