So now I scream anti-faith, drenched in pessimism towards this mentality
The streets are stained in false belief and I will not be sold to bids of expensive faith.
So open up your eyes, too see my crimson skies, betwixt the chaos of the kill,....
and witness one last time the world i so despise, as i let your scarlet spill.
Mist fills the space between two mountains. Soaked in light exposing detail behind flaw
succumb to frenzy and accept, a state of bloodstained bliss.
Through the eyes of the blind, Like the pulse of the dead
The cost of absolution, make the cheque out fast so we can give you what you need.
I can't believe what's on the minds, of a million hopeful souls, lost & misguided
So even angels bleed, something above us is dying in silence.
So shut your mouth, and bear the scar. For what you fear, is what you are.
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