Do I embrace the could?
or do I cast aside the body
with his arms spread wide before me
as if begging for God?
do I bend down and try to console?
or do I just spit upon him
as he wastes his last breath begging
for mercy?
Something from inside beckons me
I don't know what it is that calls me
to commit these grisly acts of savagery
maybe it's just my hate toward humanity
When I open my eyes to the world
all I see is pain, all pain
Another trophy of forbidden flesh skin
is it breeding, or does it come from within?
Something from inside my subconscious or
even my conscious mind break free from my grasp
I'm losing control
Something from inside beckons me
There have been times when they're pierced reality
how long will it be before the dreams destroy |
