why not me?
you have said that
why not me?
i am the chosen one
why not me?
i am still begging
why not me?
for a hand to feed

i am still picking up
the remains
of this Wretched world

the dark sun shines
as life within this hive
flourished with tainted energy
i remained unmoved
in the room
where i was not born
but where i was made

you said that i was the hope of a new world

it all was a lie
you saw darkness in me
that would consume whole worlds
that would consume you and me

why not me?
i will search
why not me?
those who remain
why not me?
i will slay
why not me?
every last of them

my anger is strong
my blade is quick
not even the tears of the fallen
can not stop me
not even the cry of the innocent
can not stop me

i know they were children
i know they were children
i can't wash their fucking blood off from my hands

the smell remains
constant
rotting flesh and bones
constant
begging for mercy
constant
pain


we are lost forever
there is no turning back
we have burned the bridges behind us
there is nothing left

burned down our temples
killed all priests
murder the children
left with no relief

we're living day by day
without a sheperd
the wolf is lurking around
but we are no sheep

serpent's eye

i am wearing false skin
my mesmerising dance
i am acting like i am wounded
your mouth got wet

you attack from behind
i feel your teeth inside me tearing apart

we're living day by day

the leg that your chewing on
is your own leg
the illusion of this tainted place
made you damned

you will never ever
see light
the darkness surrounding you
will take your life

we thought that this would end it all
but burning this town just gave us a new begining
we thought that if we tear down those faces
and wear them as ours
we would be able to understand the circulation
the daily routine
that build up this anger
this frustration that was burning from the inside
it burnt a hole in our souls
and we knew that there was no turning back for us
noone will attend to our funerals
noone will shed a tear for us
they will be glad that we are gone
and the can go back to the limbo
which they thoght was their lives
but we were the few
we knew the truth
the one they tried to hide away from us
and now we suffer
we are cursed
how much time do we have i don't know
but i write our story
with a knife to my skin
and when i die i beg
please burn me
and from the ashes
build a new town
for muderers
and let them kill each other
so they soul can rest
please let them kill each other
so they soul can rest...