Throes of Perdition

Blind-folded and gagged stood waiting With the whole world my firing squad At the edge of the world I'm faced out Staring the sun right in the eye Vultures circle above, hyenas mocking the kill Excrement drooling down their chins Atop the cliffs I look down into the starving hell-mouth The rabid foam crashes hard on it's teeth Their mouths salivate Fantasizing my gruesome ending This world looks down upon A man who can stand on his own two feet As their feeding their guns "ready aim" They say I'll live if i die for their cause Living under the rule of fellow cro-magnon fool They fear to look out to stay still Their mouths salivate Fantasizing my gruesome ending This world looks down upon A man who can stand on his own two feet Without eating from their claws Life feels like hell should This hell's so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with the rest of them When my back is full Turn me around to face it Such melancholy burning the stars from skies As we melt drowning inside their bloodied eyes Hope is ravaged running from lacerations Sob so heavily we choke then we die Die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die Life feels like hell should This hell's so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with the rest of them When my back is full Turn me around to face it Sob so heavily we choke then we die --- Throes of Perdition - Trivium