Make Them Bleed

Searching for the way For what brings this life purpose Not carnal, nor monetary But the thrill of something much more Death is but a tool to reach beyond this empty space I have in my hands the power to sever the threads of fate For greater purpose, for common goal I'd rather be a villain than another complacent fool I'd rather end the wait Just to watch them bleed You think there will be no effect You think that your actions will go unchecked These wastes of human skin take for granted the odds to be breathing again I am so sick of inaction I'm so sick of delay from intemperate rage Wrathful be the weight behind my purpose As I sharpen the tools of my trade Let it be known on this day I proclaim the mark of stigmatic hate To cull the burdens of earth To completely eradicate Make them bleed For their ends will justify my means Vengeance akin to perdition unleashed I will hunt you with every fucking breath I take You will bleed I proclaim the mark of stigmatic hate Make them see Make them bleed For their ends will justify my means