Bishop of War

Born in this you must admit your life is a waste

And you'll never forget

I cancer the world

I breathe in the sick

I hope you die inside

See your ghost

Relive a life of that you hate the most

Controlling a nation, migrating to slave, you are a slave

Mindless creation

Refined in darkness entombed with fright

Those eyes are wide and bright

Teeth grinding coma

haunting panic

dispersed under the skin

The chattering teeth

the cold in the air

the hunger subdues

The eyes of tyrants stare back at you

Born in this you must admit your life is a waste

And you'll never forget

I cancer the world

I breathe in the sick

I hope you die inside

You cant hold us down or stop the solution

We will rise and burn the pollution

Refining, rebuilding, releasing the bishop of war returns

My eyes are open and aiming to stare

I wont blink for a century

Looks like you lost

Refining, rebuilding, the bishop of war returns

We will rise and burn