Death Becomes My Voice

Stand in the path of obliteration
I crawl in my own skin
All that I see is over and over
The walls are caving in
You will never see it, but it never goes away
Breaking the spirit, breaking the will
It’s hunting easy prey
Hiding in salvation, hiding in plain sight
Take the side of demons, or angels in flight
I choose to dwell in insanity so I never feel alone
And I can find a hell to call my home
Cry to your maker, cry to your god, 'cause it is never done
Who is your savior? Who will you be?
Nothing, nowhere, no one
Calling out in silence, dying piece by piece
Lashing out in darkness to pray for this release
I’m cutting through the marrow
And I’m swallowing the pain
And I’m swallowing the poison
That’s been coursing through my veins
Blinded by sedation, paralyzed and numb
Floating like an empty shell with embryonic scum
A razor sharp incision, I don’t have a choice
Death becomes religion
Death becomes the voice
I choose to dwell in insanity so I never feel alone
And I can find a hell to call my home
Cry to your maker, cry to your god, 'cause it is never done
Who is your savior? Who will you be?
Nothing, nowhere, no one
Nothing, nowhere, no one
We bleed as we crawl, we die where we fall
We fall
Offering your souls
Bring us to the surface, killing one by one
Choose another shelter from burning in the sun
The razor sharp incision, I never had a choice
Death is my religion
Death becomes my voice
I choose to dwell in insanity so I never feel alone
And I can find a hell to call my home
Cry to your maker, cry to your god, 'cause it is never done
Who is your savior? Who will you be?
Nothing, nowhere, no one