Under the Flesh, Into the Soul - Goatwhore

The world is a grave, apathetic and cold

This selfish prison of a coveted wrath

Uncontrolled indignation still corroding in the mind

Crumbled walls that keep this grudge confine

Purging of this forgiveness

In the darkest moments of strife

Quietly waiting, stalking its prey

Striking when the moment arrives

Ruthless in this hateful passion, calling of this dread

Slowly slip inside this trap of torment’s game

Self inflicted poison inserted in your veins

Burrowing deep inside, walling in this pain

Reinforce the numbness inside

Emptiness of the demoralized

Onslaught of this hateful thought

Defiance of a rage filled heart

Grip of anger

Coiled despair

Conceal this past

Prison of this rage

Bitter sense

Distort the truth

Illusive thoughts

Of this distrust

Toxic actions conjure guilt

Casting this hex of discontent

Smother in a tragic stage

Seeding anger

Resentment is born

Harboring a broken promise

Like a festering scar

Ignoring this harmful wound

Excreting pain

Immortalize this wrongful

Intention in praise

Entangled in this trap of unfading blame

Legendary accounts of this desolate resent

Resolution awaits with fangs of revenge