Resent A Sense Of Feeding, Demanding Bleeding

Unhinged A Savage Seeks A Quest

Hollow Hearts, Rapid Beating

The Pulse Is High Its Never Ceasing

This Cannot Be A False Pretence



As People Arise I Feel It



Stone Cold, A Passive Disease, No Chance Of Healing

You'll Wonder If This Is The End

The Void Submit To Pass Through

Fear The Eyes Staring At You

A Time Of Unrivalled Despair



As People Arrive I Feel Their Stare



You Lived A Life In Chains

Your Master Could Not Save

You'll Lose The Grasp Of Gain

No Method To Your Rage



You Die A Death Each Day

For Some It Seems To Stay That Way



Channels To Feed Your Hate

Lying There For You To Take

A Place Where Fools Attend

No Prayers For You My Friend