limbo

I like the taste, as your body decays, watch you sink to the ground from the surface.

Your conscious is weak, the body is numb I’ll rip him apart like a surgeon.

The sage has been burned for protection

erasing the fact that you doomed from yourself

your eyes start to wonder for seconds,

to only realize that you’ve been stuck in the lim-bo.

So walk through the halls, carry on with

the thoughts in your head of not knowing who to trust.

An image outside as the sky starts to bleed, turn around and the people are dead

The sirens go off, you begin to

progress as the wind starts to pull.

you head for a fleet to the edge of the room but it doesn’t exist. no it doesn’t exist.

the lust for consumption is lethal as the dead loves to hunt for a thrill in the highs.

the weather declines so the chills on your neck are a spike to the sets of the problem.

the horns on its head, the symbol it tacks. the one of the under has risen.

the look on your face at the time

the look on your face at the time, welcome to hell and the stories untold.

Look what you’ve done.

The moon will not rise.

A time for the judgement

is upon us.

The cries.

Your skin starts to fall

and is broken to ash.

The hope of anew is the

sweep of your past.

x4

BURNING ALONE,

NOT WHAT I WANT

RUNNING HATRED,

WHAT DO YOU WANT.

RIP OUT MY LUNGS,

GO AROUND, ***** AINT

GONE SAVE YOU,

DONT GIVE A ****

WHAT DO YOU WANT

THESE ARE THE DAYS, LIKE I GOT,

RUNNIN’ AROUND THROUGH THE

HORDE.

THIRSTY THE GUNS,

TURN AROUND, ITS GONE.

BURNING ALONE,

NOT WHAT I WANT

RUNNING HATRED,

WHAT DO YOU WANT.

RIP OUT MY LUNGS,

GO AROUND, ***** AINT

GONE SAVE YOU,

DONT GIVE A ****

WHAT DO YOU WANT

THESE ARE THE DAYS, LIKE I GOT,

RUNNIN’ AROUND THROUGH THE

HORDE.

THIRSTY THE GUNS,

TURN AROUND, ITS GONE.