The Source - God Module

I have nothing to say to you

No words left that sound true

Your morals are your demise

I don’t need permission to fuck with your mind

I won’t listen to you anymore

The useless babble of a used up whore

Another world waits under the stairs

Beyond all the lies you tell in your prayers

Can you see what I see?

Can you hear what I hear?

Visions of destruction, the sound of fear

The source of my evil is inside of you, dear

Blood stains black on your red hands

Speaking in words you don’t understand

Cutting yourself to pass the time

Pretending that the monsters are all in your mind

No method to control your fear

Why should you hide if I’m already here

No exit, no escape

It’s not just your precious soul that I’ll take