There is nothing
But hate and blood
And the smell of decay
And death
There is no hope
In this carnival full of
Hells carousel
And sorrows chapel of
Pestilential hate
Where screams are lost among
The others
Because they want to leave
But they cannot live in a world
Where there is no blood
And too much breathe
They've come accustom to
The smoke laden air
And the birds that circle the sky
Only waiting for one to die
I love it here
Where my anger is beauty
And my hate is spirituality
And no one judges me
For I am no better off than they
And the music causes death
Thrashing and pounding in my heart
Its like heaven
Only with demons
And the absence of god
And faith