Knuckles white, hear them crack

I should never like what isn't mine

Now I'm suffering subliminal attacks

The uncontrollable anger, passion left far behind

To help with luck, love, drugs and lust

Desensitizing thoughts of Christ

No repentance, feel no remorse

That there's no yearning for life, can't understand what it's worth

Now I'm supposed to be calm

But I, I just want to break things

Are you satisfied?

Are you satisfied it's dead?

Are you satisfied?

Satisfied we're finally dead

Left us breathing in fumes (bleeding)

And breathing in fumes (bleeding)

In the backwash of your abuse

Are you satisfied it's dead?

No one else knows what's inside your head

And the victims once were all on your side

But no one's left

Now they're buried and dead (bleeding)

And breathing in fumes (bleeding)

And breathing in fumes (bleeding)

And breathing in fumes

Never ask me to beg

Shouldn't want me to lie

I'm venomous

What could you want from this now?...

Do you know what it's like to sleep

When you're frightened of the things you find

Left hidden in the dark subconscience

Of your stark-raving lunatic mind

Hold tight, these shattered pictures

The cuts are deep, our smiling faces still bleed

I broke them all

(Bleeding)

All the noise infiltrates my spirit, wants out

Don't let go, live and breathe energy

Cut throat-action dissolves inhibition

Kill silence to no end

And when you fall before the gates of God

And rear an ugly head, an infant holocaustrophobia

Pour it down my throat...

Pour it down my throat and kill, you want to...

Kill