Look down at the body
you may see no trace of wounds
but in the eye
the eye of the beholder
one cannot asume
Not a drop of blood is drawn
but you know how it bleeds
beware of the sharp edged weapon
called human being
It is a shield of passion
and strong will
from this I am the victor
instead of the kill
I will not feed your hunger, instead
I bite the pain
looking not back, but forward
I bite down hard
try to cover up the trail of deceit
and daggers spawned from your soul
(Solo Hamm/Schuldiner)
Acid, the tears of remorse
flow in vain, too late for regrets
save it
for the next ill fated game