Sacrificial whistles noted to a song we hear while dying
Lack of pistol missles loaded for the wrong idea we're hiding
Treated sweetly by the angels who trade our lives
Beated weekly by the demons with blades and knives

Enter the center of all the splintered features
Rendered surrender from all the withered creatures
Profoundly unsound in the drought of our forgiveness
Bounded to drown and without a single witness
Religious with witches that are casting spells to kill
Ridiculous twitches reacting to the smell of blood we spill
Orgasmic drastic terms from the lonely lustful reaper
Fantastic magic swarmed the only rusted creeper

Under-tabled we're able to destroy whats been created
A cradle of unstable infants with toys discriminated
Eliminated sedations to keep the souls from treason
Illuminated cremations that seep from the holes of reason
Gigantic frantic corpses released unto our breached depression
Romantic paniced sources unleashed to teach a lesson
Leaving relief back for the lost who stress the end
Theiving the grief up on a cross thats blessed and bends