Anxiety calls my name
Yet again, and louder this time
Path of revenge gives shelter
I let myself drown down to lies
Hate makes me hallucinate, I'm afraid
Hysteria wakes up the storm, that roars
No way to calm down anymore
So I run to the slaughter
To the slaughter
To the slaughter
The blood runs black on the deep grey ground
To the slaughter
To the slaughter
Can you hear the Banshee's cry?
So many ways to face my enemies
Depending on the perspective
I need them to either die or to flee
As long as they are there I won't be free
Now it's my time to cry
After my throe and distress
So ironic how I thirst
To breathe my fire back in
Blindly I created my prison, of blades
And heated furnace where to forge, more weapons
Till this insanity is over
I run to the slaughter
To the slaughter
To the slaughter
The blood runs black on the deep grey ground
To the slaughter
To the slaughter
I can't see through my mind!
So many ways to face my enemies
Depending on the perspective
I need them to either die or to flee
As long as they are there I won't be free
Now run through the blades!!!
All the rage I'd saved and all the hate I tried to push away
Every time all of it came back to me for I hadn't seen
That the enemy, I was fighting, all this time was me
And the demons on the way and inside of me were the same
I thought I could smother the flames fomenting the fury
Even though everything I did I felt so empty
So many ways to face my enemies
Depending on the perspective
I need them to either die or to flee
As long as they are here I won't be free
Should I ask help from time itself?
To endow me with oblivion
Would I rely on this enmity in my chest?
And welcome the ghost of my compulsions
TO THE SLAUGHTER!!!

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