I sit in pain and worry
I wait for the blood and gore...

I was born from the seed of god
And the hell in her womb...

With out the taste
Of a broken soul...

Why does it have to be this way?
I think I'm going blind...

These feelings are odd
Let me tell you...

The razors are falling down my body
Cutting into every inch...

Lick the wounds
of an open gash...

I see my body fading
My voice is caving...

As the clouds pull back
Revealing blood red skies...

Digging dirt, and rotten fingers
The smell of blood comes and lingers...

Taken back from the light you make
I walk through shadows just to find your soul...

You understand?
Or do you not care...