Instinctual, Animalistic
You can’t change the past
You can only dismiss it.
Rip apart
All that stands in my way
A life consumed by
Tragedy

Regain my composure
Try to find a sense of closure
Can’t break out of this vicious cycle
Time keeps slipping while I stand idle

Repress the wrath
That consumes me
Ill begotten
Or so it seems
Its claws grasp about my throat
Its teeth sink into my skull

Into my soul

Impossible to proceed
Is there a cure, a remedy
My actions futile as are my pleas
An antithesis to this disease

My days of torment will be over
I shall not bow to an owner
Parasitic is your being
Ill begotten or so it seems

All along it has been
A cyclical nature I’m trapped in
I’m trapped in it
I’m trapped in
Is there an exit
Does an exit exist

I guess that there is a way
To end the torment
Succumb to what has been worshipped
Significantly unimportant
Succumb to what has been worshipped

Pathetic is the notion
That you could run away from this
Your solitary life is over, learn to coexist
Pathetic is the notion
That you could make your escape
Your life is mine which I control
You live on numbered days

OH!

The time has come
My old friend
And we both know
That this is the end
No plea or cry
Can stay my hand
As I tear you apart
Like rocks to sand
The earth will not
Remember your name
The stain of your existence
Will not remain
For rectifying my amends
And we both know
That this is the end

[shit pants]

I will not
Be forgotten
I will tear you
Limb from limb
I will show you
Where pain begins

Repress the wrath
Repress the wrath