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