Bloodstorm

Your life is nothingYou hang on the edge and you cling to existenceYour veins run dryYou must be honest with yourselfThe metal connects with pink soft fleshAs you neck snaps Yahweh decides to test youSuffering starts the questioning of faithWas it all a waste, precious time now thrown awayCrimson haze, your wife's artistic sprayQuite decorative, the slight nuances of brainA life is nothingThe body is easily broken to piecesLord tell me whyNo blood no life that's certainAll alone in a meditative stateRising uncertainty, there's no answer when you prayA loving god would disallow this much painA prankster god has ways to make it worseA devotee but your ending's the sameDon't you know burning ants is just a game?The quiet, realiseYour child is deadYou wear the grey face of deathAs they fight to extend you mortal lifeThe only life you'll ever haveBloodstormFade away, leave behind the material planeFrom above you look down, see the bloodstains on the groundNo control of your flesh, all fluids want to leaveVomiting as you grieveBloodstormFeeding the gravesThe end of deception will take you awayPlease do drownYou never appreciated your own fragilityNo time for regretsYou wear the grey face of deathSlouch in your ooze, honour the deadIn your self-made sordid littleGrief hole of vomit and pissThe afterlife comes down to thisWho would have thoughtYou'd weigh your seconds in goldThe gripping cold finally numbs all your painNo tunnel of lightTurns out we end up the sameNow who's insane?Now who's insane?All alone in a meditative stateRising uncertainty, there's no answer when you prayA loving god would disallow this much painA prankster god has ways to make it worseA devotee but your ending's the sameDon't you know burning ants is just a game?