The Shape of Things - Sanctity

As I watch this creature grow

It starts to take a look

Just under it’s own being

And what it finds

Will be the nothing it has sought

Lost for all time, this prize

When will it bite the hand that feeds it

First taste of flesh it is so pure

The shape of things so twisted

With one quick strike

The master turns to slave

The beast has grown from it’s bonds

And what it finds

Outside the gates of it’s own mind

For all time unkind

When will it bite the hand that feeds it

First taste of flesh it is so pure

The shape of things so twisted

As I watch this creature grow

It starts to take a look

Just under it’s own being

When will it bite the hand that feeds it

First taste of flesh it is so pure

The shape of things so twisted

No longer recognize this nightmare