Disguised behind the sheild of control
higing disease to create disapointment
no way to purify my hearts addiction to crumble
battered pieces of my mind
scattered reasons from time
The hands of death itself will keep lifeless thoughts substantive
releasing pain down in the depths of the flame
crushing all you cowards that
feed off the greed
my devotion is only to watch you bleed
fuck your greed
if the maximum price of freedom is death then by death shall I be set free
A dying itch for a crucifix
the killing must go on
the killing must go on
killing all thats left
die liar
crushing all the cowards
that feed off the greed
my devotion is only to watch you bleed
fuck your greed
if the maximum price of freedom is death then by death shall I be set free
A dying itch for a crucifix
the killing must go on
the killing must go on
killing all thats left
die...liar...fucking die
