Screams are louder, hell is warmer
do you hear his cry?
pleading with death to fall to his will
waiting for the fall to end.
Mother, i hear her calling
the voice drowned out by the sirens
bodies, millions, stained with bloodlust
will he hear the cry for forgiveness
tearstained bodies in the sky
on the ground, on my mind
do you feel the light?
still waiting, always wondering
will the nothing ever cease?
never, the screaming will subside
i won the game, the winner goes
loser can see another day
fuck, i hear the cry
voices, all with something else to say
follow me, i try to say
wishing to be heard
7 puppets turn their heads
the 8th is already there
now, i must know if he will save my soul
