F.O.M.

Give me your wasted lifeGive me your tainted knifeGive me your guiltless greedYour bloated, bleeding needGive me your wasted lifeGive me your tainted knifeGive me your guiltless greedYour bloated, bleeding needThis is the time, the killing seasonWhere's the rhyme, where's the reason?Your filthy hearts deceivingThe void that you believe inPour some pity on your painNothing hurts like nothing gainedNow you've had your little treatThe rancid halo crowns your feetDisinformation dominatesThe fungus that you emanateYour envy evens up the scoreYour hating heart just begs for moreMercy waits beyond the gateAnd every time, it's always lateThe weakest link breaks the chainA little flash, a little flameCome forward, bless your headSix lead lepers colored redGlitter sweat and sin, you areYour whoring heart just begs for moreGive me your wasted lifeGive me your tainted knifeGive me your guiltless greedYour bloated, bleeding needGive me your wasted lifeGive me your tainted knifeGive me your guiltless greedYour bloated, bleeding needMy stumbling blocks your stepping stoneThe architect sits sloneTake your time, tame the tortureNow the crime amends to slaughterThis long confession will callThrough bluing lips and layered spitePenetrate, remonstrateOn tender lives you defecateThe spectre of democracyWhose empire is obscurityGlitter, sweat, and sin, you areYour cannon canonized no moreGive me your wasted lifeGive me your tainted knifeGive me your guiltless greedYour bloated, bleeding needGive me your wasted lifeGive me your tainted knifeGive me your guiltless greedYour bloated, bleeding needYour corpse is colored redCorrode corruption's wordsThe burning light is blurredThe sick survive unheardYour corpse is colored redCorrode corruption's wordsEnvy opens the doorJust a little bit moreJust a little bit more