III: Collusion

I want to see the look on your face
As I take your life away
My tormented soul is quiet
As I feel the flow of your life spray over my hands

I see your coward face and my rage can't take the strain
Just shut the fuck up and stand up, stand up now
You'll see my vengeance, red mist descends
I can't wait to kill you
You're rotting In the eyes of God
Through your corpse on the floor I shall find my solace
My lust for vengeance precedes all
Precedes me

I'll follow you past your fucking grave

Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?
I will bring you down
The depths of my anger at my unjust captivity are only matched by the nature of your demise
The stench of your rotting corpse leaves nothing to the imagination
Every seeping wound
Every rotting organ leaves me entralled

If there was a God, I am Satan

Why can we give so much to a lie that does not return?
I gave up everything and I was betrayed
Now we lie broken men, and we die alone