They are dead
They are fuckin’ dead
By my shaking hands
Guided by will of a God that you always respected

Inside these walls full of disease
They love the smell of misery
The burning flesh fused on the steel
Reveals the worst of human being

They want more!
They want more to kill!

Frantic slaughter! Deflorating!
Precious! Bodies! I will violate!
Call it fuckin’

Grotesque!
Chapter!
Of human!
Carnage!

Human cattle
Becomes faithless vision
Pictures of deprivation
A senseless act of vengeance

Vultures fly over your carcass
A sign of the end of a life

When your God decides to go blind
Chaos will reign, in the blink of an eye
The purpose of life was never been told
Because we all lie to ourselves
When your God decides to go blind