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