Swift Splatter (Survival is a Choice)

Do you feel yourself in this burning hell
It feels like this could be your f end

You never thought it will come to this

Chants on the repetition
Kill Mantras in a loop
Consume his spirit
Empty his chain of thoughts

Pulsating through you
Again and again
As he twists his knife
Red All Over

Fears that shape your world
Created by his actions
Your wounds are instant
His deeds are timeless

Conjuring his inner demons
From past, present, and the future
In lain he praises them
A wound, within a wound

Within a wound
Red All Over

All written down in a
Journal of a Madman Martyr

Red All Over

Written in blood
in the Journal of a Madman Martyr

Red All Over

Survival is a choice

"There is no way out of here"
He never thought it will come to this
Free of any sincere consciousness though

Red All Over

All that he ever had
Was True hate in its purest form



Credits
Writer(s): Branislav Belosevic
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