I need to know if you've ever touched the
roof of your mouth with a barrel of a
gun
And if you felt the tears slide from your
eyes as you looked at the final fading
of the sun?
DROWNING IN THE SERMON OF YOUR MISERY
IN THE GRASP OF YOUR OWN PERSONAL AGONY
When you have died a thousand times to
rise again in a world choking on fucking
blood
then you will know what it's like
to fade away within the night
far from any kind of light
RED ON BLACK ON TAPESTRIES
The blasphemies
Of enemies
Standing at the gallows
Like looking out a window
At the blasphemies
Of enemies
Have you ever tasted the iron on your
tongue leaking from your skull from the
bullet?
But I will never waste anymore time on
more broken and such pathetic
laments
NO TOLERANCE, CAN YOU FEEL THE GRAVITY
THAT GROWS AND GROWS WITH ABSOLUTE VILLAINY?
I find myself giving back into hope when I
know that nobody fucking shouldn't
then you lie to me once more
and leaving me with no time to mourn
just a shell bleeding and torn
FEED THE QUILL OF TRAGEDIES
The blasphemies
Of enemies
Standing at the gallows
Like looking out a window
At the blasphemies
Of enemies
The leeches in the SHALLOWS
HALLOWED with the dead in shadows
Where we WALLOW at the end
FOLLOW to Diablo's MAESTRO
I HAVE
BECOME
NOTHING
MORE THAN
I WAS
F U C K
The blasphemies
Of enemies
Standing at the gallows
Like looking out a window
At the blasphemies
Of enemies
The blasphemies
Of enemies
Standing at the gallows
Like looking out a window
At the blasphemies
Of enemies
