#practice I can't hear You speak even when your screaming my name everthing seems so bleak even though you depised the shame livin in darkness feelin so sleek yet you took all my blame making goats shriek killin the killers fame human strength is weak make the wicked lame so the beast will stay tame tame enough to bow down when you show your face we'll all bleed the same from the puncture of your blade destroyed by grace this whole thing ain't no chase it's just a formal case ment to steer us clear of the fear from lookin in tha mirror of mere humanity and it's insanity drinkin all this blasphemy like it's a blast you see this ain't a joke wait until you choke on the air that was borrowed desperate for the hope that tomorrow will be the start of better days aching to be free of the haze that all this mental strain has kept us in full of sin captured by the pain that we held within chasing a spotlight to release the rain of red water crying out from underneath my skin like a martyr blowin up but instead of shrapnel you'll feel the weight of a 2 ton anvil wrapped tight around ya neck pulling you under as payment for the wreck you caused with your greedy paws breakin holy laws this ain't a game it's Hot as flame to take you out that's if you love the shouts of the innocent this ain't no incident this crime is infinite for the insolent and impotent individuals who sold their souls for dark miracles n mystic principles