A day on which a decedent soul pa**ed on to his legion
A remarkable gift…of hate
Did he know that his goal was to reach us?
And rip apart the only structure that completes us
And when he does it's because we don't recognize
The only force that can bleed us and end our lives
So what if I realize before the blind
That it has to stop before it gets way out of line?
But its too late, he's escaped and we are doomed
You'd think at least we'd try to save our fate so soon
Disgraced: his mind, the way it seeks us out in lines
Drawn in the sand where malice and bliss shake hands
Erase his past, he shall no longer last
The only reason why he stays
Is because we are immune
Day after day
Nobody knows if he's a friend or a foe deep down
Burning away is the time in your day before you cry
With his malice hands around your vein inspired neck
He chokes you till you fall in which it makes me very sick