I am a sinner, my blood boils with hate.
I've lost many love, and my friends fake.
Can anyone blame me, once i turned my back on my father.
I called him just a fake man, he's just fake in my mind.
If the world loved him so, why do we a select few bare the suffering of other's?
I am hollow despite being "saved".
My father hath not cleansed me.
I am a sinner my blood boils in spite.
My soul is cold, like un-burned coal.
It is black like that of unlit, moonless night.
Inside my eyes, my red blood flows, and shines to shown.
Am i a monster to pick the knife up?
I am going to carve my name in the tree of life, and with the lines under it reading.
"**** you, i am me, and not anyone else"
I am a sinner, and my blood is tainted, like Cain.
**** you, if i am nothing to you, **** you to those who abandoned in respite pools of filth.
You think of loneliness?
Have friends that are there to just laugh and mock you?
A father who speaks of respect, and says he's sorry to just cuss you out.
again, and again... am i in hell?
Click, click, click.
The gun barrel is just turning, time is running short.
The ones that raised me are dead, and i'll never see them again.
People say it's ok, it's ok to be hurt.
Really... that pretty reality you live in saves you from the monster that your sin broods inside of you.
I am no angel, i am no demon.
I am sinner, and i don't accept jesus, nor do i lucifer.
Burn me in hell, burn me with light.
Drown me in blood, drown me in insanity.
I'll keep my my pretty little smile on my face as i watch those hate me rot away.
If they need an angel, it's dead.
If they want a demon, they made it come out.
So don't complain, and shut your mouths.
I am not a demon, that walks in hell.
I am not the angel that is known as death.
I am a sinner that who blood boils in hate.
- written as a death metal song.
I've lost many love, and my friends fake.
Can anyone blame me, once i turned my back on my father.
I called him just a fake man, he's just fake in my mind.
If the world loved him so, why do we a select few bare the suffering of other's?
I am hollow despite being "saved".
My father hath not cleansed me.
I am a sinner my blood boils in spite.
My soul is cold, like un-burned coal.
It is black like that of unlit, moonless night.
Inside my eyes, my red blood flows, and shines to shown.
Am i a monster to pick the knife up?
I am going to carve my name in the tree of life, and with the lines under it reading.
"**** you, i am me, and not anyone else"
I am a sinner, and my blood is tainted, like Cain.
**** you, if i am nothing to you, **** you to those who abandoned in respite pools of filth.
You think of loneliness?
Have friends that are there to just laugh and mock you?
A father who speaks of respect, and says he's sorry to just cuss you out.
again, and again... am i in hell?
Click, click, click.
The gun barrel is just turning, time is running short.
The ones that raised me are dead, and i'll never see them again.
People say it's ok, it's ok to be hurt.
Really... that pretty reality you live in saves you from the monster that your sin broods inside of you.
I am no angel, i am no demon.
I am sinner, and i don't accept jesus, nor do i lucifer.
Burn me in hell, burn me with light.
Drown me in blood, drown me in insanity.
I'll keep my my pretty little smile on my face as i watch those hate me rot away.
If they need an angel, it's dead.
If they want a demon, they made it come out.
So don't complain, and shut your mouths.
I am not a demon, that walks in hell.
I am not the angel that is known as death.
I am a sinner that who blood boils in hate.
- written as a death metal song.