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SLOWLY HATING CHRIST

So soon after birth.
I was abandoned by the river.
I grew up so naive.
Only to become calculating and cunning.

Had no idea what my fate in life would be, seeing I always was the odd man out.

Till I came across the prophets and this fellow with inexplicable mystery surrounding him.
Little did I know he would become my master.
I feel I was predestined in this life for something different.

My secret ambitions, to destroy all that is good in others.
This group of 11 meant everything.

Their knowledge seeping into my skull, wisdom I did not know I possessed came pouring out.
Where ever we went masses came, it was like we ruled this world but at the same time
I was a puppet, becoming weary of this obedience.

Slowly. Hating.

Envy and jealousy overcoming me, have to step outside of this chosen path. I weep.
Staggering and wandering into darkness never seen this halo losing brightness continuously.

One of them knew what I was thinking and then the time came for him to face the truth.

If he so trusted in god, let god deliver him and I shall be paid.
My destiny fulfilled for I was chosen.
His death becomes my life for I have sinned with innocent blood.

My secret ambitions, to destroy all that is good in others.
This group of 11 meant everything.

A chill inside of me as I wrapped the shroud around my throat,
Constricting my neck until desperation takes my last breath.

Now as I lie in the field of blood, staring at my outer darkness,
Surrounded by glimpses of light and shrieks of laughter.

My path chosen. My fate unfortunately fulfilled.