God is dead
Or so I wish
But that's just Hume
Speaking the worst

I hope he hurts
I hope he dies
This will hurt him
And his lies

What is this?
What is done?
A madman; a murder!
Along with them

Let me be!
Let me run!
Let me die!
Let it all be done!

Bitter is the taste
My poor sister
My heart
My head

Damn you God.
You have done this act
I must wash your hands
But only in pain

You clawed at my eye
Attacked my face
I might've been beautiful
Not anymore

Do you know?
Have you heard?
I don't feel you
You're without me

Watch me cut myself
And cover my eye
I'm not your child
I will destroy them

I am you chosen
You are my follower
I will make you pay
For what you have done

I must hurt you
As I see fit
To wash your hands
Of all blood

Thank me now
I hear nothing
Here is more pain
I live only purify

I am white
I am pure
I will hurt you God
When will you plead?

I want to hear screams
I will make you scream
Through them
Because you are a coward

Why do they love you?
I refuse to cry!
Why does Ruth love you?
Why am I crying?

I will lose this child
I am no child
I am Irish
I am Farfellow

Dante never will know
About the demons
He has chosen
I am them now

Pain is good
Pain needs God
God needs pain
To warp his brain

Where am I now?
Who are these people?
They will help me
To hurt God

God made the killer
God made my family
God must pay
But only in pain

I feel you cringe
I know you'll hurt
Your screams are theirs
As long as I hear

Those will be yours
Forever twisted in agony
Only to die again
Within the next