Your Good Thing Is About To Come To An End

Welcome to terror my love. I would love to invite some fear into your soul.

Like life flashing in your eyes. Like a black out and a scream.

To cram into your the suffering that you perpetuate.

Taken and compressed into the fraction of a second.

A single heartbeat that will bring you back to life.

Injected into your veins so that one day when you're walking down the breeze of a very empty street you freeze.

Your heart stops and blood recedes. You see its face, you're a believer, not a doubt in your mind, in that moment of panic when everything fades into fear you see the monster that grinds through life.

The bones it cleans it's teeth with. And that day you won't laugh again. And your bed will crawl beneath you with the whispers of the dead.

And you won't feel comfortable in the bloody clothes you wear. And the bombs you send through cables will alert and underground arsenal of terror that will kill your nerves and commit you to paranoia.

It will be coming. Time is reeling in inevitably.

It will be at your door and the demand will be retribution. Be ready in your grave. Sleep restless in your coffin, because fate will accommodate only justice. And the bombs of "we've returned" are the steps you'll hear behind you when you walk an empty street. This is the time to be afraid. I wish I could warn you with terror. I wish I could their coming with fire. I wish I could, invite you to terror my love.