shubniggurath

hotshot, you think youve got it all
by my hand fall fall
gotta give more blood than i think i can hold
gotta spill more guts of the fake false untold
bullshit artist, i see the cards up your sleeve
you're not that good of a liar, always stutter
make me suffer
i will destroy your flesh, it will comsume you whole
i am your colour death, you a translucent soul
cause you've got nothing, youve stepped out of your comfort zone
nothing, go to your grave, go unhappy and old
cold dead hands breaking through wall of change giving full fetus brought eyes on the plains
as depair shouts in torment "my child has just died!"
and i cry
still i cry