Mourn your loss On your deathbed Wishing you were never born into a life of pain Putrid sickness Your demise has come to be Nothing left to do but to slowly rot away Pusfilled maggot creature Attach yourself to the cross Beg forgiveness for your sins as you squirm Crawl in your filth Guilt ridden sole sufferer Conjure your lies Based upon your fears Your purgatory grows within your rotting mind Fools to the slaughter A willing selfmade sacrifice Suffer your beliefs And they will become reality As soon as you die your lies will be forgotten Dead and gone dejected into hell Suffer your beleifs And they will become reality Mourn your loss On your deathbed Wishing you were never born into a life of pain Pusfilled maggot creature Attach yourself to the cross Beg forgiveness for your sins as you squirm Crawl in your filth Guilt ridden sole sufferer