...and i enjoy every time I cut and you weep, your face of innocence won't help a shit. Ask your heart to find release Now it's time, your life is taken first.
Feed the beast with your inclusive trash, pull the trigger, let the fire burn. Death, death, death. Let's keep claiming for pain and murder, it's the perfect storm.
In my thoughts and in my acts, I never cared the consequences, I don't mind. Welcome to the darkest hour of your life. Feel my hands in your neck, a great sensation of happiness in me This is for me,this is for us, the Underdogs.
Close your eyes, now the butcher is in control.
Lost and forgotten now your time has come, say hi to the fear, you will meet my saw. Destroyer of scum, it's how I'm being called. No one can hear you now.
Lost and forgotten now your time has come, say hi to the fear, you will meet my saw. Destroyer of scum, it's how I'm being called. Who cares if you are gone?
A silent scream has possessed my heart, this guilt in my brain makes me weak and pulls me down. I can only remember the beat of their hearts. This ground is frantically thirsty for their blood.
Pre-chorus) Crawl! Cry! I'll make a living puzzle with your parts. Scream! Bleed! You piece of garbage no one cares about your life.
Lost and forgotten now your time has come, say hi to the fear, you will meet my saw. Destroyer of scum, it's how I'm being called. No one can hear you now.
Lost and forgotten now your time has come, say hi to the fear, you will meet my saw. Destroyer of scum, it's how I'm being called. Who cares if you are gone?
Bend within the fire, revenge is my desire, piece by piece you'll set me free. Bring me to that feeling, when my hands were pleased to killing. No one hears you now.
Don't faint! I'm not done with you Blood! Stained! Adorn the crimson home!
I will avenge them all. Don't be afraid to die. Warm red, it's so divine. Bring me to that feeling, when my hands were pleased to killing. Who cares if you are gone?
Bend within the fire, revenge is my desire, piece by piece you'll set me free. Bring me to that feeling, when my hands were pleased to killing. Who cares if you're gone?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
