1. PRICE OF DECEIT

Oh what a pleasure
Seeing your eyes bleed wine
Warm nectar of life
Will leak out of your snap spine

I accept you with open arms
Yet you refuse me
I'm facing a locked door
It seems your death's the key

Nausea rips apart my insides
Fueling this bloodthirsty beast
The nights begging for murder
On the prowl I set out to feast

Eyes, green as the grass you'll feeed
Lies, forcing me to concede
Now, times come to see you bleed
Rid you, of this life you dont need

Clothed in crimson, your skill filled with lead
Razors find new homes inbedded in your gums
My guilty hands hold what's left of your head

Memories of yesterday mean shit cause
You're fucking dead


2. TO BE RID OF THE WEAK

Rise my children, come alive and thrive
Your times been etched in the dial
Echo your screams in the prisoners dreams
Incarnate of filth, flesh and sin

Killing to keep the blood pure as the night
Genocide is carved on the walls
Cutthroat insanity becomes new founded law
Watch as inferiors succumb and fall

Take your pick, gas or guns
But always remember degredation
Sane or sick, just for fun
Getting off on killings elation

Tossed to flame, watch them burn
Filthy fucking maggots sizzle twitch and squirm
Curse our name, just wait your turn
You'll all get your time to feel the burn of death

Damned as a people, their race will be gone
We have no place for the weak
Down with their writing and theire notions so wrong
The wrath of god is no match, for the hell I wreak

Killing to keep the blood pure as the night
Genocide is smeared on the walls
Cutthroat insanity becomes new founded law
Watch as inferiors succumb and fall


3. DESCENT

Force fed, and you will see
The real lives of those among car bomb debris
Th true underworld, before your very eyes
Corruptively rotting, the truthfull die
Selling your fixes, chemical mixes
This is the way of the world
Killings are routine as shitting
85 dead in one sitting

Descend, laying lifeless, drowning in syringes
Consumed, by your weakness, fallen by your own hand

Total worldwide addiction
Money has bought them their lives
The once were leaders now suck cartels dicks

The smell of decay, the peoples and the land
Greed has raped them of their well sought out hand

White powder gold, a rich mans obsession,
A poor man's want, a dead mans possession

A substance, so small, enslaved you all
Shoot up, your end, manmade freefall