Virtue

In the land of the blind The man with one eye is king Drop the silence But no one is listening As I gaze upon them I feel sick I'm lost within the masses The fog is getting thick The fog is getting thick Knife clenched in my hand The pain I will inflict The pain I will inflict Today I'll end my life Kept together by a bitter mind In murder I will strive I am the one Who will take your life and make an end to the virtue I live among A herd of sheep that I want put to sleep as I try to Fit in with what I want to kill I want to feel there last breath With blood the room will fill I hope that slaughter will bring A sense of new world order Among the suffering Can't wait to start cutting away Things just have to change The weaker start to pray We need to see the things for what they are An empty substance called human race I can't take it no longer I will end you I will end you I will end you all Make murder great again Make murder great again Make murder great again Make murder great again Make murder great again Make murder great again Make murder great again Make murder great again