Disciple's Anthem

This round caught the boiling pointsSevered hands, dismembered body partsI'll face the answer when I corner age thirteenFlowers to remember the deadI'll taste you to stain all of us to bury my handsI'll scream from the top of the worldAnd hope you'll hear meLeave me sour, leave me sour fulfilled(Stiff aroused)Leave me sour, leave me sour fulfilled(Stiff aroused)