The Blood

(album: Vital Deprivation - 2019)

Bastard Son of God
Peeling skin from your pale bones
Reaching for the cold dwelling beneath this desolate hole

Swallow the blood
Lamb of substance

Sea of temptation binding
Rotting within
Harbinger of the void
Bound to your knees dwelling disease

Swallow the truth
The last strain of hope burnt and left as ash

Fueling the fire
Manmade cancer to fill the void
Piercing your skin to cleanse this misery

Purest form of a deadbeat society
Self-ruin blackens your eyes
Slipping to a greater chaos
Fleeing from reality
Self induced cancer
Feast until you bleed

Time ticks by with a grim persistence
Staring at the sun
Searching for the light within this bleak hell
To cure the tormented darkness

Abominable waste
King of lies
The bastard child
Like maggots feeding on the dead
Feasting with no end
Reaching for something to have meaning
In this world so damned and deceiving
Blind to the inevitable truth
Nothing will save you

Useless junkie everything you touch begins to rot
Inducing an euphoric state to numb the pain
Pumping poison into your useless body
I just want you to fucking die

Fueling the fire
Manmade cancer to fill the void
Piercing your skin to cleanse this misery

Purest form of a deadbeat society
Self-ruin blackens your eyes
Slipping to a greater chaos
Fleeing from reality

Sate your misery
Quench your sick desire
Recite your blasphemous hymn
As you fuel the fire

Cry out to your god
Nothing will save you