Final Flesh

My sight has shifted and my heart is gone Value of life means nothing to all Spit in your face with such disgust Fell out the womb not giving a fuck Pressure to the throat of what I hate I’ll drift beyond and choose my fate With teeth and flesh I’ll redesign Null screams and cries, I’ll take what’s mine Now it’s not what you are used to seeing Pulling all the skin back, now revealing Wash the hurt with the blood of my enemies