Words sharper than razors
Can pierce our skin
Causing rage to burn
And fester within
Things could be perfect
As they should’ve been
Things could be perfect
As they will again
Blood stained perfection,
Blood stained perfection
We’re predators, we’re scavengers
Preying on the prone
Parasitic denizens
Roaming on their own
Sprawling concrete jungles
Filled with mutilated shapes
Nature’s biggest blunder
Ugly mutant apes
It could be perfect
If they weren’t here
It could be perfect
In absence of fear
Blood stained perfection,
Blood stained perfection
Life would be perfect
Untainted by hate
Wherever we may run
Existence equals pain
Craving retribution,
Rabid and insane
