Controlled by a will not your own,
Decay runs all throughout your soul.
Malice. aberration to life.
Revolve. Repeat mistakes again.
Exist without a clear meaning.
Wander on continuously.
Pathetic excuse for a life.
Just stay the fuck away from me.
CLOSER … Wanna hear you again.
ANGER … Controlling me again.
You take your hate out on others.
Innocent ones run for cover.
Waiting to take your final breath.
Wasting the life that you have left.
Attack the ones that I hold dear
And you will die right where you stand.
I see something not quite human
Killing the creature that stands here.