Sanguinarian Context

Burning souls in lakes of guilt, blind slaves of fear to god, lives without identity, just a mass of cheap lives without identity, just a mass of sheeps (feeding on the carrion of knowledge) Pour existence full of limits, never burnt by pleasure's fi

ontorted, distorted, by wrath manipulated I feel your pain like love to me, so then please come and love me suffering, Don't fear the knife, just one more cut. Your skin looks so pretty in red, My mind flows in ecstasy; I don't remember anything, jus