The Angel Maker - Compos Mentis

Suffocating silence, devoted light fades into mist

Soon to come the fiend of horrendous consistence

The king’s city swallowed up in incompressible fascination

This beast must be nothing but profanity’s creation

The confusion hides in me,

Am I gods' creation or what they can see?

As a victim of the human race, who’s to blame?

Them or me?

My realm, my kingdom is filled with toxic hollowness

But my sweet ones shall suffer no more

Darkness imprisoning me, all that I see, absolute horror

Here at 23, your childlike souls I will set free

The confusion hides in me,

Am I gods' creation or what they can see?

As a victim of the human race, who’s to blame?

Them or me?

Far but yet so close

You seem lost and deranged

Your rotten spirit

We will cleanse with the hand of just

And it slams for your demise