SlitherTrain

Lord

Though we stand trudging the gutters of the shadows of death the time for rest is far from near for the final fight is feared to be all that's left

I'm bored of normal life

Give me the blight

Show me what's truly inside the hearts of every fuckface leeching off my light

Tell em get fucked

To help themselves they must suffer

Throw their devoid of purpose vessels into the fiery pits of Hell

Give it time should they survive they'll find themselves

Thankful for the opportunity to fail and reassimilate

Cry and run all the way to the corner if needed