Wrists - Hate

Blood on my road as I march it down

I would smile at every dying life

Through rotting shells of dying trust

With blackened sun, sun that will never rise

Nowhere to leave the pain

Nowhere to channel the nagger of the soul

To end this stare of dying eyes

To smite the world in just one fatal blow!

Downwards… To meet our minds of regression!

Downwards… To meet our minds in regression!

The blackened sun where light is gone

Eternal night so vibrant and insane

With open wrists I am going down

The reign of death is preordained

Somewhere… Beyond the flesh

Lays the vain

Which flows with all our Hate

With destiny as vacant as void

We stare with eyes, eyes that cannot see

This reign of terror!

Downwards… To meet our minds of regression!

Downwards… To meet our minds of regression!

Downwards… To meet our minds of regression!

Down, down to wilt away…

Downwards… To meet our minds of regression!

Confined within our faith alone in this cage

With icons that’ll never grow

Confined within our fate…

Reign of terror!

Downwards… To meet our minds of regression!

Downwards… To meet our minds of regression!

Downwards… To meet our minds of regression!

Down, down to wilt away…

Downwards… To meet our minds of regression…