Tears of a deadbeat father
~ The insane musings of Berserker ~
Self mutilation in the face of god
Tearing out my chest with the devil's claws
Falling to my knees in the blooded streets
Cursing the name while biting the teat.
Raking the knife through pale fragile flesh
Letting the blood stain heaven's white crest
Snarling at the figure in the cracked dirty mirror
Letting the mask slip from its creator
What's pain in a world of dead?
What's the reason for our demise?
Why do humans create such a suicidal genocide?
And why doesn't god ever cry?
Pealing the skin from the bones in my body
Carving the red muscle of my flesh
Smiling in pleasure in front of your temple
And spitting at your alter in disgust.
A god's weak child turned into the devil
For the wish of a greater power
Now this devil bleeds to his children
The pleasure of making god cower.
What's pain in a world of dead?
What's the reason for our demise?
Why do humans create such a suicidal genocide?
And why doesn't god ever cry?
Stalk the pretty children of flesh and blood
Making them scream in singeing pain
Tear out their insides and leave them in pieces
All for the sake of my religious game
I tear through flesh in my pale scarred wrist
Lick the blood from the warm steel blade
Are you ashamed of me dear god?
Or do you wrinkle your elevated nose in repugnance?
What's pain in a world of dead?
What's the reason for our demise?
Why do humans create such a suicidal genocide?
And why doesn't god ever cry?
The scars that have accumulated over my stained flesh
Will never begin to tower the ones
That your silver tongue has burned into my mutilated soul
Nothing like the ones that you've laid on me
I'm ugly and stained, peeling my own flesh
And I bet your laughing at me now
Well fuck you heavenly father!
And taste the blood that dries on my tissue!
What's pain in a world of dead?
What's the reason for our demise?
Why do humans create such a suicidal genocide?
And why the fuck doesn't god ever cry?