Doomblade - The Acacia Strain

«South Hartford 911. What is your emergency?»

«Three.

Three people.»

«Three people.

Ma’am, what’s the problem.

Are you injured?»

«Three people.

Three people are dead.»

«Did you say dead?»

«I killed them.

Send the police.»

«Ma'am, excuse me.

Who did you kill?»

«I killed everyone.»

Behold the hydra: an endless source of blood and brain.

Lies from lies you liar.

Hang your head and yourself in shame.

My heart is made of wasps and my brain is made of flies.

I can read your thoughts and I can hear your lies.

My lungs are filled with fire and my fists are filled with hate.

By the time you start running it will already be too late.

I hope they leave you to die.

I hope the rats eat you alive.

I hope they leave you to die.

I hope the rats eat you alive.

Stop chasing your dreams.

They will never come true.

And when she screams,

She will be screaming for you.

Reality is only as far as you can see.

Give me room to breathe.

Give me room to breathe.

Give me room to breathe.

Stop chasing your dreams.

They will never come true.

And when she screams,

She will be screaming for you.

Reality is only as far as you can see.

Give me room to breathe.

Give me room to breathe.

Give me room to breathe.

In a world filled with lies, you will learn to appreciate trust.

And as you’re lying face down in the dirt,

I hope you felt it.

I hope it fucking hurt.

And as you’re lying face down in the dirt,

I hope you felt it.

I hope it fucking hurt.

Oh.

I hope you felt it.

I hope it fucking hurt.