Van Helsing Killed Kids

Children clutch your own skin hold it dear, lie in wait and paint a face you'll grow to love

Hailing thorns that hook the flesh as they fall from grace from their home in the sobbing Skies above

An angry god with a rusted fist that steals the voice of the children they promised to Protect

A million beautiful souls cry out to they're captor because they know they're already Perfect

Again with time i melt away

In the melting pot of things you hate

My face and voice distorted in the flesh

In a hive mind that keeps gaining knowledge of strength

A brilliant soul with a thousand eyes

See's your sins in a million flies

That circle around the corpse in your attic

That will rises again to take revenge