Dark Thoughts

Sacrificial whistles noted to a song we hear while dying

Lack of pistol missles loaded for the wrong idea we're hiding

Treated sweetly by the angels who trade our lives

Beated weekly by the demons with blades and knives

Enter the center of all the splintered features

Rendered surrender from all the withered creatures

Profoundly unsound in the drought of our forgiveness

Bounded to drown and without a single witness

Religious with witches that are casting spells to kill

Ridiculous twitches reacting to the smell of blood we spill

Orgasmic drastic terms from the lonely lustful reaper

Fantastic magic swarmed the only rusted creeper

Under-tabled we're able to destroy whats been created

A cradle of unstable infants with toys discriminated

Eliminated sedations to keep the souls from treason

Illuminated cremations that seep from the holes of reason

Gigantic frantic corpses released unto our breached depression

Romantic paniced sources unleashed to teach a lesson

Leaving relief back for the lost who stress the end

Theiving the grief up on a cross thats blessed and bends