Death Becomes My Voice

Stand in the path of obliteration, I crawl in my own skin

All that I see is over and over, the walls are caving in

You will never see it, but it never goes away

Breaking the spirit, breaking the will

It's hunting easy prey

Hiding in salvation, hiding in plain sight

Take the side of demons, or angels in flight

I choose to dwell in insanity, so I never feel alone

And I can find a hell to call my home

Cry to your maker, cry to your god

Because it is never done

Who is your savior? Who will you be?

Nothing, nowhere, no one

Calling out in silence, dying piece by piece

Lashing out in darkness to pray for this release

I'm cutting through the marrow

And I'm swallowing the pain

And I'm swallowing the poison

That's been coursing through my veins

Blinded by sedation, paralyzed numb

Floating like an empty shell with embryonic scum

A razor sharp incision, I don't have a choice

Death becomes religion

Death becomes the voice

I choose to dwell in insanity, so I never feel alone

And I can find a hell to call my home

Cry to your maker, cry to your god

Because it is never done

Who is your savior? Who will you be?

Nothing, nowhere, no one

Nothing, nowhere, no one

We bleed as we crawl

We die where we fall

We fall

Offering your souls

Bring us to the surface, killing one by one

Choose another shelter from burning in the sun

The razor sharp incision, I never had a choice

Death is my religion, death becomes my voice

I choose to dwell in insanity, so I never feel alone

And I can find a hell to call my home

Cry to your maker, cry to your god

Because it is never done

Who is your savior? Who will you be?

Nothing, nowhere, no one