Hateful Strings

Rip out your soul as my trophy, my family feasts on the salt bore of your wounds.
Dull, blind and bleak. With Untold beauty your heart is your deformity.
Do your lies taste of heaven? The smell of rot effervescent. X2
The other side is always darker than what came before.
Following this aura through unlocked closed doors.
Strike a cowards pose your body slain.
Desperation whimpers and Hatred burns.
Cut your hands on the broken blades you swore to bury deep.
Clean wounds only serve to bleed. Sacrificing joy, to be free.
Beg like a dog, beg for the noose that lets me see.
Drifting through frozen death throes x2
Do your lies taste of heaven? The smell of rot effervescent. X2
Mental hypocrisy, pulling these hateful strings, devolved notions taking revenge on who we are supposed to be.
Basking in the limelight of animosity.
Rip out your soul as my trophy
Purity of body is a poison of the mind.
I Spit back in the face of god.
An iron will smites all those before me, Nothing remains no trace left when I’m gone.
Abandon this rusted crown, through barbed wire thorn.
As I watch you drift cold death throes.
Your hate’s all I’ve ever owned.
Abandon this rusted crown, through barbed wire thorn.
I Spit back in the face of god.
Reject love from fear of the unknown.