Pull Harder On The Strings Of Your Martyr

The face and the lips tremble as it rips

Your breath quickening as heat rushes in

Pull harder on the strings of your martyr

Stop you cry that's a lie

Flush gasping white reddening

You smile and destroy it- it's time that we end this

It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless

Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings

Clawing the skin each kill your weakness

Annihilation your masturbation- tyrant, I'll burn you down