Darkness obeys my mind
Fear is the one I lead
To desecrate your life
To be a god of time
I have no friend
I use myself
You hesitate my words
Oncoming day will show
I got more brains to think
I am your lord to speak
Drink me up well
Lay down your head
One fault to your praying sanity
You wanted to be what I want to
Crying your black tears under
Chaotic mass of mine
Blackness arises from deep
Hand on your mouth, too weak
I nail my eyes on you
Stone breaks your knees, to the floor
Fit shot for me
Give me the last thought
One fault to your praying sanity
You wanted to be what I want to
Crying your black tears under
Chaotic mass of my vanity
Picture moving bodies with dead souls
Pathological truthless vision
Have to clean my hands before killing
Awakening at the room I'm in now
You see a friend
Do you see a friend
One fault to your praying sanity
You wanted to be what I want to
Crying your black tears under
Chaotic mass of my vanity
Picture moving bodies with dead souls
Pathological truthless vision
Have to clean my hands before killing
Awakening at the room I'm in now
"Why don't we drop bombs on all the big cities?"
"Who cares what happens after we're all dead!"
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