Hung, drawn, and bled on a sacrifice bed star charts, sanguine doctrine, the paths of the dead fools map the stars towards a brighter tomorrow but where will they turn to when they've nothing to live for I rise above and I challenge your ways to perpetually mock you the rest of your days I've chosen my own path, it's mapped out in scars with no faith in your prophets, your tarot, your stars (chorus) I tortured myself towards this insight catharsis self mutilations and driven to madness a blood moon eclipse is the omen I wait for decimate the human race, make it like it was before Hung, drawn, and bled, better off dead no mourners at gravesides, no tears to be shed I see the future in gashes and murder your last days upon this earth, I'll make sure they go no further if you could see you the way that I see you you'd vomit in anguish, you'd know why I hate you you follow false signs to prepare for what's next yet your incompetance can never forsee your own death (chorus) I never believed in it you mock me with curses yet still it does shit you lie to yourself to exhault your importance you're foolish and worthless your breath has been wasted (chorus)