Lazarus - AngelMaker

I awaken to the urge to feast on what’s in front of me

Fleeting emotions

Malicious intent, is overwhelming me

Creeping I ache for the taste of flesh against my lips

I want to kill it’s all I feel

The taste of flesh for my next meal

I can’t decide on what is real

I think my skins beginning to peal

Rotting from the inside out

My head’s a mess, I’m full of doubt

Rotting from the inside out

My head’s a mess, I’m full of doubt

Rotting from the inside out

My head’s a mess, I’m full of doubt

Rotting from the inside

Please set me free

Death’s hold is tight and oh so cold

It’s such a lonely road

I long to feel human again

Ripping and tearing and breaking and feasting

As I plunge my fingers deep inside the chest

Ripping organs from the gaping cavity

I can’t help but feel a sense of sympathy

For the poor soul lying dead in front of me

This life I once held close

Has left its vessel with no host

Just a shell with no pulse

Oh, how I wish I made the most

Of this life I used to know

Now my memories fade below

And happiness just slips away

Much like the sunset of the day

Insatiable hunger never to end

Woeful I am sentient

Please set me free

Death’s hold is tight and oh so cold

It’s such a lonely road

I long to feel human again

Death’s hold is tight and oh so cold

I long to feel human

Again

I long to feel human again