Exit wound discourse

It seems I had enough
Of promises and pills
World's running out of luck
And with my help, it will

My barbed-wire doll
I am to take my toll
Grant me thy thorned grace
Keep me from losing pace

I am to spread my word
Through flesh of long-dead herds
The word they shall embrace
Like burst of cosmic rays

Come see me dressing
In snatched faces
A proper gown for the coming sermon…

World's running out of luck
My head is full as fuck
Of hatred and disgust
I'll satiate thy lust

I see in shades of red
I dream of steel and lead
[All charges have been set
All charges have been set]

So don't be shy
Feel free to gag on
My pneumodrill is leaking oil

My halo cannot be replaced
I will be charged with necrocide
And if you ask me really nice
I'll let you be my living shield

Death knell is tailing off
I've got a metric ton
Of octogen to share...

My halo cannot be replaced
I will be charged with necrocide
And thus I sentence you to final death

The sirens call upon me
It's time to share...