Paul Fig - Throes Of Perdition lyrics

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 k** Excrement drooling down their chins Atop the cliffs I look down, into the starving Hell-mouth The rabid foam crashes hard on it's 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 k** 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 But this Hells so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with rest of them When my back is full Turn me around to face it Life feels like Hell should But this Hells 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 Die Die Die Solo: CKB Solo: MKH Die Die Die Die Life feels like Hell should But this Hells so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with rest of them When my back is full Turn me around to face it Life feels like Hell should But this Hells so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with rest of them When my back is full Turn me around to face it Life feels like Hell should But this Hells so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with rest of them When my back is full Turn me around to face it Life feels like Hell should But this Hells so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with rest of them When my back is full Turn me around to face it Go Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die