Look down at the body You may see no trace wounds But in the eye The eye of the beholder One cannot assume
a drop of blood is drawn But you know it bleeds Beware of the sharp edged weapon Called human being
It is a shield of And strong will From this I am the victor Instead of the kill
I will feed your hunger, instead bite the pain Looking not back, but forward I bite down hard Try to cover up trail of deceit And daggers from your soul
[Solo Hamm/Schuldiner]
Acid, the tears of remorse in vain, too late for regrets Save it For the next ill fated game