Cutharsis

Your god is a crooked mirror
You pray that nothing's looking back
But nothing holds you dear
And firmly by your necks

The claims of being made of clay
Turned to be partly right
The souls are but mud
Of the foulest kind

Beneath an every single grace
Is hiding a dirty little sick wreck

As soon I realized that none of worth's retained
I simply poured my heart and saw the faces melt
I reached with truth to deaf and blind to make them pay
For everyone is doomed to find equality in pain

Lick your wounds for me
So that I could
Ruin you again

Lick your wounds for me
So that I could
Ruin you again

A true messiah never cums…

Nor flesh of god nor blood of saints hold value by themselves
There's nothing to be judged, all judgment has been made

Beneath an every single grace
Is hiding a dirty little sick wreck

A true messiah never cums…

I'll bleed the world dry,
Then rape the sky
And everything that dares to cry

As prophesied
By every scar,
By every d-beat of my heart

With every step
With every stab
With every breath I carve my way

Through meat that weeps
And halos holes
For utter justice to be served

Ohm Shivaya!
Ohm Kalika!
Ohm Bhairavaya namaha!

Ohm Shivaya!
Ohm Kalika!
Ohm Bhairavaya namaha!

I'll bleed the world dry,
Then rape the sky
And everything that dares to cry

As prophesied
By every scar,
Until there's nothing left to right