Looking at the blank river of my life Staring out with the evil to my lies Keep the promise if you ever will Just say the word, just kill go kill Trapped in the light like nothing was wrong Put the words where I don't belong Now hear the fallen angel

In the night I crave to feel your breath And your touch like angel of death And forced to make you dead A glance to my eyes, deep within reveals This worn-out warrior's mind I'm killing you by suffering Discomposure of a deepest kind In the dawn I'm in

Your abuse will end right here No longer will your family fear A gunshot to head of trepidation My promise if you ever lay a finger (Open fire, build the pyre) You starve your children on neglect Then feed their bellies with fear Concussion bat to the

I cannot get up by the howling cry Just justify my longing to die, Bury me down at last, I think about it in the shadows and cry! Can scissors heal a man torn of tears, A fading I fear inside. The reaper in sheet will stand by me I'm dreaming, I'm

He said have you ever cheated on me Oh on a park bench in the middle of July We sat and watched the children play If it was the heat or the noise He didn't have too much to say Then with a move of his eyes A move that could have made the wind stand still

Get me some division, I called the dead by night to the god! Allay the chaos! Chains to my last victim! Set up the lights on the way to the skies Raising my sword to the lord! Calling your death in a black obsession, The only way wow!

It's not where we're coming from It's how we turn from here We know where we want to go My mother would tell me Better stay in line You gotta look for the magic If there's a way there comes a time Let the children play We just need the line to get us

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on

Alright children, the lights are out, and the party's over It's time for me, Dr. D, to start running and say goodbye, for a little while And I know you're gonna miss me, so I'll leave you with this You know that big ball of radiation we call the sun Well

Idolatrine for the debiles and the simpletons Idolatrine for the imbeciles Disciples of the watch awaits at my command Suffer little children to come unto me Suffer little children grant me sovereignty Suffer little, little, princes and princesses