Cowboys from Hell

There's a place that I keep deep inside me. It can trigger my mind all along I knew it has been with me since I was just a child. I just summon power within my soul it has given life, beyond life I take blame for my murderous problem my signature always remains.
(Chorus) It's a message in Blood, it's your cryptic warning within the message in blood. Marks the years of pain, and your godforsaken ending to life.
I'm provoked into sick confrontations, brutal time after time, bed of nails, suffocation, lifes eding, slay in different designs. One mans misery is another mans mystery no one cares to understand my demented means. Sticks and stones can break all your brttle bones, epitaph written at your feet.
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Understanding what has happened before us we are confined to a darkened hidden tomb, the conquering of our world as we knew it. Rise above this pit of sorrow and pain. Among the few, we are the avant leaders, we've got to live. Through this trouble and decay. This question haunts my mind, will we survive the night? We're harboring the meek will we survive the sleep?
Unsure and scared we are planning our reprise revolves around this world. We don't know anymore, teh odds against us yet we're stronger and prevailing learn from mistakes counting souls for sale.
This question haunts my mind, will we survive the sleep?

Unity is a rare thing, blind eyes of society bring. The category of minority, now what are we supposed to be? Born free to be powerless to change the world with our lives in teh hands of madman.
Now in times when society needs us this is where the sin begins. We're aware the sin begins, we're aware they're going to free us. Rage from our hearts within, born of this world. Which is a living hell, but we'll be closer to heaven.
So now this is the art- To shred.... it's the only emotion