Look down at the body You 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 of passion And strong will From this I am the victor Instead of kill
I will not feed your hunger, instead I bite the pain Looking not back, but I bite down hard Try to cover up the trail deceit And daggers from your soul
[Solo Hamm/Schuldiner]
Acid, the tears of remorse Flow in vain, late for regrets Save it For the next ill fated game