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 F*CK OFF