| a personal fuck you |
IgorKick the chair out from under your feet And smile at the face of defeat For you possess the last laugh And are finally free from life's wrathIgor
Forget the meaning of free will Possess that thought and the word is kill You lived your life just like a slave Only to buy yourself a grave
He has seen it time and time before And he's always ready to take in more Laughing at life the whore A servant of death named Igor
Only alive to bring another's end Give others a chance to comprehend That they have no need to fear suicide For he will gladl
scarlet gauntletNow let's see some hell Free these minds from their cell Sing the destruction of the world For humanity has already hurledscarlet gauntlet
As you come to me in misery And ask of me to set you free And in a brief moment of agony Your wish shall burn before me
Always having doubts only to be forgot Facing your needs and fields of rot Rebellion against god doesn't pay the pocket But death only gives a need for a casket
You have pride that can't be pacified You cannot hide what dwells inside Clawing at the corners of thy mind Digging a hole that the nig
blessed beastYou go around the circle repeating Starting with purity and turning to sin You continue to go around only furthering thy sin The circle doesn't grow only thee illusion doesblessed beast
So hell-bent on running away from yourself Seeking a cure even Satan himself Just calling him something holy like god So the unexacting victims will surely applaud
A filthy fucking holy rapeist Preaching salvation as a divine terrorist
Hope of glory lying only after death They take seventy-two before their final breath
These blessed beast called priest They are still but men
housing hatredThe other inside of thyself Trapped in with decaying mental health The anger of the mind raped in darkness Not even a chance at blisshousing hatred
With hatred of this purity Not a single moment of clarity Until it comes rushing out Crippling thee mental bout
A confrontation with obliteration Visions of hell thoughts of thy sin Mustn't live in fear for thee end is near One may go there to escape here
Living a life of occult romance Intertwined in a devilish dance Of internal hell of thy fate Living to bleed out death I wait
Hypocrisy
| well i'm just a necro in a band who writes songs and is fucking poor as hell with a kid n shit-anger is a gift |
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