Death or Glory - 2:37

IIt burns and it pours from the
darkest black depths of my soul
Release is the only therapy
that can make me feel whole
But you don't know how severe
is the sickness in me
A slave to the cure for dementia
I want you to bleed.

Psychotic is all you can say
for you to label me
That's not the half just come
closer and ill make you see
Pulling your skin back to expose
all that's fragile inside
Ripping and tearing I look deep
in your eyes till you've died

Chorus
My blood is cold,
I am healed by your pain
All you pricks tell me in not sane
Just because your death is
what I want to gain

Break
I the grave is where I need to be,
but instead I'll kill you
Because hell is not ready for me
In the all you will see

Gasping for air as your lungs
fill with blood you believe
Just wait till you feel all the
torture my mind can conceive
Gigantic by power and hate
through your chest I will drive
The knife in my hand the
medication for what makes me thrive
I'll lie to your face just to gain
all your trust and your faith
Making depictions between
true and false will be hazed
But in the end reality
will be easy to see
The ailments of the sickness in me
will finally be freed

Flesh pile, blood pool,
scrape skin off your back
Your screams, not heard,
now your skin you lack
I wont, hold back, I care not what you feel
I taste your death and I'm healed