Layered days, mounting hours of
Blistering carnage, swaying, keeping in the dark
Butchering silently, fearing me, sneaking
So not to be heard,

Killing for a Grin, a shameless act
Gluttony veins, stained hands choking existence
Oppressing intelligence, slaying history,
to replace the future With chronicles of villainy

The price of grand killing
As high as the trepidation of death
Red swelling skies,
Incompetent vision of inevitable