Crisis - A Graveyard For Bitches lyrics

He's an invader on a misson. Got a built - in weapon.

Gotta stake his claim, Leave his mark, then go conquer

all over again. He's becoming a weapon, A flesh and bone

knife. He's been taught to conquer and kill. A prefect

Student with an animalistic will. His body's a weapon, A

weapon of war. He leaves his mark,and it's deep from his

insides. It's like she's the raw meat, and he's drawing the

flies, He's not the only one, the mindset multiplies, the

mindset Multiplies. Like little soldiers with orders from

the hive, like a modern primitive tribe. Animus primitized

in the jungle of life. Human but hubris perverted by the

hive. Societal sickness only pigues curiosity, Goes without

scrutiny, Becomes inherited Victimology history. Heart

grows Cold as stone. Sharpens the soul, Works over flesh

and bone, till it's tough and unbreakable and all softness

is gone. He takes something away, she's dead alive. Afraid

to look his own inevitable death in the eye, a beast comes

to life! in her blood he's baptised by this soul sex genocide;

the thrill is in the taking. He's an invader, his body's

a weapon, He's going to pillage the flesh frontier. Gonna

stab jab invade penetrate degrade chop slice dice victimize

crack gash stab tear hack till the meat is off the

hook... Warm blood won't wash away a dirty shame.

Split open veins, still won't sweeten a sour hate. Can you

hear them screaming..... He's in too deep, he's in too deep,

She's dead alive. Headless torso, arms and legs; their ghosts

still remain, lifegiving wombs,birthing his pain.