Tides of Damnation - Boris The Blade

I’m feeling sick from the thought of you all

Expected to walk when you can’t even crawl

Spoon feed lies at your first breath

Count down the days till a beautiful death

The spoilt filth that roam these streets

It begins to make me sick

Now I have realised what I have to do

Eradicate the all and send them to awaiting tombs

Embrace me with open arms

It’s not too late to redeem you

Is it you’re fault that you’re a waste of space?

Or is it just this fucked up world that consumes you?

I don’t bring pity for those who are leeches of the sun

I won’t forget those you claim they are redeeming

I won’t forget those until I have taken every one

Can you hear all the lies?

that surrounds you?

Can you speak the truth that’s not found in you?

I’m feeling sick from the thought of you all

Expected to walk when you can’t even crawl

Spoon feed lies at your first breath

Count down the days until a beautiful death

(This rotting inside I feel it consuming

This hatred inside I feel it consuming)

Leeches of the sun

I dream of tidal waves consuming this world

Picking off you fucking fleas that unfurl

So if it doesn’t happen I am here to serve

Eradication of all that have turned…