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?