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I never thought the taste of you Would be the only thing to make me bleed Why am I, so alive While you lay still in the ground beneath me? Fear of death, the dark inside have become your only children They're in front of you, watching you Lost screams, unholy dreams unrest I laugh at your God as He's passing through Slashing out your throat to warm my skin Never thought it'd come to this, what the fuck I've gone wrong, no rest Your children still call, can't you hear them screaming out your name? You've gone insane, they're in my head, they want you to Die in front of me Die in front of me Thinking why me? Wishing this was all a dream Insanity, reality, you're going to die in front of me Pestilence is here, death awaits Your body's not of Christ, it's my altar Helpless and alone Violate, enveloped in my sin Faceless canvas, tearing at your flesh Bathed in blood, violently regress, death's so endless Brutal is your pain, anguish is the game Broken and afraid, God can't help you now You'll wish you were in Hell You'll wish you were in Hell You'll wish you were in Hell Ghostly figures are always standing still Are they mocking me, what do they see? I didn't want your death to end so fast But once you start, you can not stop, I need it now to fucking last Die in front of me Die in front of me Thinking why me? Wishing this was all a dream Insanity, reality, you're going to die in front of me Pestilence is here, death awaits Your body's not of Christ, it's my altar Brutal is your pain, anguish is the game Broken and afraid, God can't help you now You'll wish you were in Hell You'll wish you were in Hell You'll wish you were in Hell You'll wish you were in Hell I never thought the taste of you Would be the only thing to make me bleed All alone in my funeral home, playing in blood There's just got to be something wrong with me Draining veins, it's all the same The torture in my head it won't stop, until I am fucking dead Pestilence is here, death awaits Your body's not of Christ, it's my altar Helpless and alone Violate, enveloped in my sin Faceless canvas, tearing at your flesh Bathed in blood, violently regress, death's so endless Brutal is your pain, anguish is the game Broken and afraid, God can't help you now You'll wish you were in Hell You'll wish you were in Hell You'll wish you were in Hell
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