Volatile are the ways of the desperate, those whose pride drowns their wit Easy are the unbalanced to strike down, but hard to predict A blade easily pa**es through the flesh and bone, but more resilient is conviction If one is set to an action their will Lets loose the beast Flesh to feast A life to cease The beast is pleased Bleed... Die... The drawn beast Must taste the blood Must wet its lips To sate its lust Must part the flesh And drain its fill The beast of fate The thrilling k** Guiding the beast with vision Volatile are the ways of the desperate, those whose pride drowns their wit Easy are the unbalanced to strike down, but hard to predict Guide its maw onto the flesh Let it open it fresh A blade easily pa**es through the flesh and bone, but more resilient is conviction If one is set to an action their will Let's loose the beast On flesh to feast A life to cease Guiding the beast with vision The drawn beast must taste the blood Must wet its lips to sate its lust... Must part the flesh and drain its fill The beast of fate's thrilling k** The drawn beast must taste the blood