Morningstar.

Everything that we do, we pillage
Listen to the cries of one thousand children
Images, that will fully haunt their senses
Late night delusions with no paid off expenses
Screaming's chaotic, it makes it unsettling
Innocent culprits who are scared of the guillotine
Puppet strings attached to their limbs
Devious work in play as the dark dims
Violence and pitchforks for the ignorant
Revolts against the king seems belligerent
Cold weather prisons got them all shivery
Romeo's carriage with our gold plated chivalry
Warm blooded dungeons where they did experiments
Many head jars, executioners are spiritless
Hardheaded castle knight, one classy noble
Lethal levels start to steadily reek of Chernobyl
Rat torture conducted by a dragon
This orchestral bloodshed that I bathe in
Chainmail armor hidden deep in a cabin
Sake of posterity I lost my faith in
Rat torture conducted by a dragon
This orchestral bloodshed that I bathe in
Chainmail armor hidden deep in a cabin
Sake of posterity I lost my faith in
Too much time on my hands I can def spare for everyone else
Even though you think you know- think you know how I feel no you don't
Goin out and scheduling, all these things, not with me, all left out
Can't even call or text or send, man I feel I wanna shout
Eating cereal with no milk cuz just my luck it seems we're out
Can't even get out of bed am I sad or what's this about?
Conflicting feelings keep me from goin' out that there's no doubt
Sitting and waiting it's a mess why can't we just talk it out
What's this about? Is there meaning?
Is there a simple cohesive thought
Put into these lines all right here all while you just sit and hear?
Am I speaking sense? Is there any to this?
Should you psychoanalyze as I write and call it quits?
Don't know what to do, yes I have fears but that's just a mere
The tons and tons of work that I have all piled here
I'm sure that things are fine, might as well just be gone
Unless I'm needed of course then that's when people dawn
A weapon of mass destruction, hands be chuckin
Years of production, in one function
I like the way that it swings and bangs and it go
Crashing down n' bringin' pain
Look alive! It's a justifier
Bash in the heads of folks, no compliance
Trouble the villagers who have no shame
And then
They're not the same
They're not the same
Rat torture conducted by a dragon
This orchestral bloodshed that I bathe in
Chainmail armor hidden deep in a cabin
Sake of posterity I lost my faith in
Rat torture conducted by a dragon
This orchestral bloodshed that I bathe in
Chainmail armor hidden deep in a cabin
Sake of posterity I lost my faith in