Blo.Torch

Split Soul Massacre

Blo.Torch


Awake as the light's blocked 
By shadows of earth 
Embrace the dawn as my ally 
Commence to the state 
Of nocturnal euphoria 
Guided by sense in blood red sight 

The voices are leading 
To whispers of gloom 
Potentially victimized 
Dense is the fog 
As it covers my sin 
The actual random killing begins 

Feed us their fear 
Upon my mind 
I will not 
Feed us their flesh 
End my abuse 
End my life 
Feed us their fear 
Upon my mind 
I will not 
Feed us their flesh 
End my abuse 
End my life 

Now there's nothing 
To fear 
As sanity vanishes 
I would long for the cut 
In the soft flesh 
But within 
I could die 

Split soul massacre 

Unsatisfied 
A pleasure ignored 
The flavour of blood 
Is a taste no longer denied 
I would die 

Split soul massacre 

In the back of my head 
Lies its pounding existence 
Cries from the void inside 
Lust has impaled 
My vision is smothered by cruelty 
Begging to serve me more 
Quench the insatiable thirst 

Warm is the blood as I feast 

Satisfied 
A pleasure conceded 
The flavour of blood 
Is a taste I would die for