Deranged against the will of nature's plan
To harmonize its past
Eroded morals made a beast of man
Eroded morals made a beast of man
In shadows good men cast
Long awaits the scythe of death to taste the secrets in his veins
In plain sight hides the daughter bidding haste
To spite what she disdains
Vengeance reigns as she bestows her knife
Inside the rapist's gut
Entrails form a slick slithering heap of his life
Through viscera spilling and eyes falling shut
Eyes falling shut
Red blood once cold now scalds beneath the sun
Which lights his severed head
Embalmed with self inflicted putrefaction
Venom of the dead
Venom of the dead
Embalmed with self inflicted putrefaction
Venom of the dead
Violence frames the echoed beatings of
His tainted phantom heart
Impotent in what it means to love
Left to rot and start
Oppressing the compassion, no compassion
Impotent in what it means to love
Left to rot and start
Impotent in what it means to love