The Carver Pt. I (The Beginning)

Nothing to soothe
The grip of this noose

The rope can't be frayed
It's too late to be saved
This is the price to be paid
For the mistake that I have made
I wish I could stay
Instead of this corpse on display
Just forget the day
They all pushed me away

By the gods' grace
Their blood runs through my veins
A deadly contorted face
The sickness alters his brains
A living nightmare for all to see
I crave their extinction, what's becoming of me?
I can't handle this anymore
The torment has changed me down to my core

My arms outstretched like wings
This tortured soul now sings
I won't shed a tear
For the End of days is near
There is no time to delay
The curse of your existence ends today

Nothing to soothe
The grip of this noose

The rope can't be frayed
It's too late to be saved
This is the price to be paid
For the mistake that I have made
I wish I could stay
Instead of this corpse on display
Just forget the day
They all pushed me away

By the gods' grace
Their blood runs through my veins
A deadly contorted face
The sickness alters his brains
A living nightmare for all to see
I crave their extinction, what's becoming of me?
I can't handle this anymore
The torment has changed me down to my core

My arms outstretched like wings
This tortured soul now sings
I won't shed a tear
For the End of days is near
There is no time to delay
The curse of your existence ends today

Nothing to soothe
The grip of this noose

Nothing to soothe
The grip of this noose



Credits
Writer(s): Roland Codair Ii
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