Dirty Gods

(D. Chiarolla, J. Stahlman, T. Stotz)

Cold dead hands no pulse only rage
With flesh and blood on her lips
And her fingertips
Wild daggers in her mouth
With lust for new blood
As her eyeliner runs from the sweat
As you make love

Sharp pain in your neck
As you try to survive
Now her hate's in your veins
As she closes her eyes
Leans down slowly feeds
Your not in a dream
Welcome to Hell, this is prison
And I'm

Chorus

Your scars remind you
Of the lies you told them
You can't break the silence
Your lips are sewn up
Once again
Emotions up and rising
You scream to start all over again
Buried are your secrects
Behind the masks that you wear

Open your eyes, your one of us, someone says
Physical pain
Fills your eyes as he dreads
Smell of warm blood
And essense of death
Like a dirty red tie
Marks you like a barcode
Death to feed will bring
Back the remains
Of your dirty dirty past
While you dread to live
And hatred of the world
Invades into a beast
While temptation is fate
To rid the world

Wait, the life I love
While your burning in your hell
And you scream for your life