Masks of Sorrow

As I set foot on so called
Sacred ground
I feel the shiver
Down my spine
It’s my pride
That drives me
Through this wicked world
Of human beings wearing
Masks of sorrow
Bring 'em on — I’ll cut 'em down
Bring 'em on — I’ll kill 'em all
All that’s left
Will be fed to the machine
Over and over
Again and again
I won’t give in to your
Stupid rituals
I hold my head up high
Although I’m scared
Your hypocrisy gives me
The strength I need
To carry on with this
Masquerade
A dehuman reign!
Feed me — I’m a monstrosity
(so please)
Bleed for me and I will set you free
All that’s left
Will be fed to the machine
Over and over
Again and again
I won’t give in to your
Stupid rituals
I hold my head up high
Although I’m scared
Your hypocrisy gives me
The strength I need
To carry on with this
Masquerade
A dehuman reign!
Consume what’s left
Never ask why
Obey the rules
Soon to die…