Gorification

For that thousands of souls, rest in torment

And the thousand of those yet to fall

How much longer must we persist

Stack their bodies

Masquerade and defecate the innocent, for your own self advancement.

We reside in a land of guiltless fate, Where the blood soaks our hands.

Choking false ideals unto dismemberment. Now's the time to crush your hope inside your skull.

To welcome this sense of digress.

As I tear you from limb to limb [x2]

As I tear you apart to think you could try to escape.

A pile of guts you'll remain [x3]

Obliterated by the rules of engagement.