Texty

Sentenced at birth Scarred for life Forced to accept I can't forget The fear, the rage The pleasure they had Watching me crawl The bones, the flesh, the blood Abusing my mind and soul Now it's your turn I bring death My hate to you My hell will be yours Slave of my hate Enabled to kill Whenever I've tried Whenever I've failed To love, to care, to pray, to forgive Feelings unknown My hand now shapes your pain I've built a grave for your dreams I'll make it your home I bring death My pain to you My hell will be yours My hell Glorious, fear, hands are too cold, story is old Can't escape his darkness so he suffers A shapeless master in his head has turned him into a monster Red reflections in your blood, in your eyes I see myself Red reflections in your blood, in your eyes I see myself Red reflection in your blood, in your eyes I find myself Red reflection in your blood, in your eyes I find myself I bring death My gift to you My hell will be yours My hell
Writer(s): James Chad Gailey, Luca Indrio, Sonny Reinhardt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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