Inside Conflict

Carved Into Flesh
Aphasic puppet rejecting the vermin That defecates some mortal sins Animate carrion leading by the insipid hope of seeing better days Acrid thoughts Bleed on my days Affliction Feeds a dark fate This blood on my hand Is as cold and dark as my soul Mental rape Exhumed phobias From cold ashes I'll reborn To carve my hate into your flesh Feel that cold breath On your fragile neck Fear this grim eye Staring at your bruised back I will nail your body on the ground Where you used to kneel down And pray for your salvation Die... From Letras Mania