Kingslayer - In Dying Arms, Dan Watson

I was birthed by a god

And sent to hell by angels

Adopted by mortal flesh

And I, I was raised by machines

I was raised by machines

I was birthed by a god

I’ve come to seek my revenge

Another child was left for dead

To live on the streets with the wolves

And to bleed out all of his wounds

Rotting eyes

Perceiving matter in a paradox

Condemning the unorthodox

Deceived children

Born of clay

Molded in his image

Given mortality

Your are deceived

Forced to believe that you are the chosen

You are just a drop amidst the ocean

You’re just an insect

Breeding wings that could never fly

Insect

Finding the way just to burn and die

Weakling

I’ll bring you suffering

Knowledge is power and you own half of it

A processed coward with counterfeit habits

A bottom feeder sitting oh so high

You are nothing but a puppet in disguise

Carbon copied clone

Mindless drone

Can’t even think on your own

Climbing up a pile of bones

Craving a veiw from the top of the compost

The human compost

The compost of human flesh