Children of Wrath - Impending Doom

Take a bite of the sickness

(Sickness)

And feel the rush of your desire

When you act upon your urges

(Urges)

So begins a period of decent

Deception

I am a tainted man

With a wretched mind

I am ashamed of myself again and again

I don’t need another pointed finger

I don’t want to hide

Just to find myself

I come to you filthy

Take a bite of the sickness

And feel the rush

Save me

Save me

Save me

Because I can’t save myself

I hate religion

I DON’T NEED A CULT!

The world doesn’t need any more fakes

I have committed cosmic plagiarism

I was a self-proclaimed god

A mirror image of a cheap imitation

Those we thought were on top

Quickly fall to the bottom

When judgment drops

In death, shame fills the black

And immortal soul

We were never meant to save ourselves

I hate religion

I DON’T NEED A CULT!

The world doesn’t need any more fakes

So I walk a new path

No one chooses for me