A glitch of my defective life
Brought me prematurely to Hell
I've reopened my eyes
In a place where God wasn't there
The bites on my soul are becoming way too evident
Knucles drenched into deep red
Can't accept the end, I fight it relentlessy
The only way out is the way through
The f*cksaw is still starving
The gears growl the need of more meat
The teeth of the blade turn incandescent
For the - the high rate of kills