Rotting
Abimael
Succumb to the urge to fucking kill
They speak their lies with their innocent eyes
I do this all for my father of lies
When this all ends, I look up to the skies to find out I misread the signs
This world is dead, and we're all fucking rotting
Clouds of black try to consume me
Evil hate running through our filthy veins
But how can we do anything like spineless sheep
Smiling from ear to ear like a demon just exiled from hell
I can see right through your lies as your empty soul slowly tells the tale
This growing pestilence inside of me tells me to draw my blade
Grasping for reality, my memory begins to fade
You will soon see
This is not a game
When there's not a soul for you to blame
Look into my eyes
As you slowly die
This is the end of all your lies
Hate runs through our veins