Soliloquy Of A Suicidal Soul

Your God is dead here, bled like the lamb
No longer dwells in my head, the liar you hold dear
My life is no reflection of his love, hate in my heart
I hold my head high, raise my fist in proclamation
The God of man is dead, and so shall his host die.

My eternal sorrow, caused by his hand
My score is written in my blood, taken from the chalice
I saw my suffering, reflected in the darkness beyond
Inspiration to end it, put my life in the hand of fate
Through the noose to the other side, become the spirit.

Scream to the Heaven, hear my voice
Poison, frothing forward, accuser, hatred to host
Vengeance for the multitude of pains I have
I smile as the temples burn, retribution
My scars, a sign to the injustice of his vision.

Your God is dead here, bled like the lamb
No longer dwells in my head, the liar you hold dear
My life is no reflection of his love, hate in my heart
I hold my head high, raise my fist in proclamation
The God of man is dead, and so shall his host die.