The Social Slaughter
It looks gross
Your temporary God throne
Every minute going insane
You are the King Denial
How we create the Madness
How we redeem the Darkness
All I am is a Soul Tormentor
Ready to strike once again
You flame the fields
To Emptiness
Invoke the Lord of Thunder
You dare the Gods
We serenade the madness
We now redeem the Darkness
Witnessing the Dance of Vultures
You may behold the same
Preacher of Unspoken Words
It's written in rhymes and rhythms
Kill, Kill Face the Sentence
Kill, Kill, they are coming for you
Kill, Kill Soul Tormentor
Kill, Kill Avenge your loss
Kill, Kill Barely Human
Kill, Kill Grotesque Figure
It has to die
This lonely burden of my own
Between the lies you'll read
Surface the truth unveiling
The Social Slaughter
Coming at you
The Social Slaughter