Gore کے بول

Try to touch the past, it's not real it's just a dream Blurred lines between reality and what I've seen Camouflaged into the grey utopian norm Intrude my thoughts, anarchy imposed before I am the war most people fight in their minds I am the cancer creeping down your spine Tethered to violence Anchored to gore Back and forth between what's right and what I need Absorbed in watching my work bleed I confess, I need to rip and tear to please Chained to the obsession, my disease I am the war most people fight in their minds I am the cancer creeping down your spine Tethered to violence Anchored to gore Internal war Anchored to gore Mutilation Degradation Lure the prey with trust Mutilation Decimation Degradation Ruination Alleviate the lust The blinding red Is all I can see Hell's creation In safe sanctuary Anchored to gore