...From The Hour Of Birth

The Assailant

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All these eyes staring back at me
No one tries to listen and face your fears

In a web of deceit, corroded lies, and all in between
As the children of the world, I feel

Raped, torn, thrown away
Shot, decieved, fucked and beheaded
straight from the hour of birth

We're torn apart, a rotting piece of flesh we are
A warning from the start
purgatorial flames will lick our souls

I am your god of malcontent
I make you bleed and gouge your eyes out