Try to touch the past, it's not real it's just a dream

Blurred lines between reality and what I've seen

Camouflaged into the grey utopian norm

Intrude my thoughts, anarchy imposed before

I am the war most people fight in their minds

I am the cancer creeping down your spine

Tethered to violence

Anchored to gore

Back and forth between what's right and what I need

Absorbed in watching my work bleed

I confess, I need to rip and tear to please

Chained to the obsession, my disease

I am the war most people fight in their minds

I am the cancer creeping down your spine

Tethered to violence

Anchored to Gore

Internal war

Anchored to Gore

Mutilation

Degradation

Lure the prey with trust

Mutilation

Decimation

Degradation

Ruination

Alleviate the lust

The blinding red

Is all I can see

Hell's creation

In safe sanctuary

Anchored to Gore