Death Incarnates

Degenerates, who pull the strings Infused with a power, a gift to kill Invincible, punishment free Every single moment, blood they spill Merciless, they do not choose Men or lice, we're all the same Emotionless, we're all their tools Food for the Gods, for their game They are darkness They are formless They are timeless They are Death Death Incarnates Perverted, since the day they are born Sheltered from reality, their humanity is null Through currency, they rule and control They fuel both sides, of every war Since the dawn of men, to this very day They corrupt their brothers, their fellow men Demons, rotten deep inside No salvation's given, for these minds