Look down at the body You may see trace wounds But in the eye The eye of the beholder One assume
Not a drop of blood is 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 the kill
will not feed your hunger, instead I bite the pain Looking back, but forward 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 vain, too late for regrets Save it For the next ill fated game