champion weak of will what will you do now?
all of the reasons yuo've hung on this long
have tumbled to the ground somehow.
You could easily pick up the pieces again
and wash your soul clean of the sin,
but it won't mean a godamn thing when
you know that you're going back for more.
You are The Devil's favorie whore.
BLOOD STAINS ON THE FLOOR!

Poor simle fool, masquerading as a shaman.
doing your song and dance
for the entertainment of the lawman.
You condider yourself unique,
but nothing is more common
than the dark trinity of
LIAR, CHEAT and THIEF.
A steady flow of tears falling from gray eyes
washes away your thin disguise.
NOW THE ILLUSION DIES!

The many hearts you once won with a smile,
lay torn and broken, heaped into a pile.
Behold the carnage of a single man.
Do you even remember when the destruction began?
It was the first time that you tucked tail and ran
from anything that felt too real.
Did you really think that you could steal
the only thing in life that was free.
BLINDE EYES, REFUSE TO SEE!

Beautiful gifted child of forever
with a tounge so quik and sharp it can sever
the cords of life in an electric instant.
Cutting through the primal matter
like it just doesn't matter,
deep into the sacred core,
where once more it will infect the root.
The blessed costodian,our bearer of light,
has chosen to pollute.
ALL THE CHILDREN FOLLOW SUIT!

Almost evert story has a happy ending,
but this is no child's fairytale or fable.
a man can fool many, but not himself.
So there is no point in pretending
that you're not aware of the message you're sending
each time you choose to turn away
from a desperate soul, when you hear them pray.
You just keep on killing yourself a little more.
You are The Devil's favorite whore.
ROTTEN TO THE CORE!!