Throes of Perdition - Trivium

Blind-folded and gagged, stood waiting

With the whole world my firing squad

At the edge of the world I’m faced out

Staring the sun right in the eye

Vultures circle above,

Hyenas mocking the kill,

Excrement drooling down their chins

Atop the cliffs I look down,

Into the starving hell-mouth

The rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth

Their mouth’s salivate

Fantasizing my gruesome ending,

This world looks down upon

A man who can stand on his own two feet

As they’re feeding their guns: «ready, aim»

They say I’ll live, if I die for their cause

Living under the rule

Of fellow Cro-Magnon fool

They fear who leads and will kill to stay still

Their mouth’s salivate

Fantasizing my gruesome ending,

This world looks down upon

A man who can stand on his own two feet

Without eating from their claws

Life feels like Hell should

This Hell’s so cold

Pull another knife out,

Stick it with rest of them

When my back is full,

Turn me around to face it Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies

As we melt, drowning inside

Their bloodied eyes

Hope is ravaged, running from lacerations

Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die

Die

Life feels like Hell should

This Hell’s so cold

Pull another knife out,

Stick it with rest of them

When my back is full

Turn me around to face it Sob so heavily, we choke,

Then we die