Disease ridden cobwebs reside in your head

Yet you remain walkin on this earth

Deceiving and demanding the best

A manifestation of agony gathers around your name

And I swear to god I would murder you if I knew how

Your name appearance I searched for it among those tombstones

But at the sight of you I fled

Away from you darkened silhoutte

A plot to tear down the world distrust and disbelief coincide until it is proven

Otherwise

The consolation prize is a dagger and a knife

Handed to you on a silver plate with step by step instructions

Directing them into your chest

F**K YOUR DEAD HEART