Spreads the blood of the weak
Shedding vomit
Through screaming skinned disease
How many lies must they be fed
Before their corrupted minds no more?
One shies away from desperate defeat
(he knows)
(he knows)
The center of truth
Screams to be heard
Through agonizing cries
(don't pull away)
(don't pull away)
The taste of defeat peels away
From the serpents
Of god and trite.
(the lies)