The Beheading

I wonder why you can't live
Your miserable life without trying to ruin
Who talls in your crafty built trap
And it's then when your poisoned blood
Starts running along through your veins
And your sting stalks your victim
To satisfy your thirst of evilness
Even knowing you've got a mistaken target.

With your skin-made mask you look like an angel
But in your hand you hide a knife
Which you like to sink slowly
Before your final stab right on the back.

Like the wolf from the tale, like a disguised devil
If you are a christian my question is
What part of "don't lie" you misunderstood?
Take all your banners and burn with them
Like takes its course and you go to hell
I'm feel like a Rezso's disciple
He had success in his intentions
That's why I'm here
Because i will follow his steps.

With your skin-made mask you look like an angel
But in your hand you hide a knife
Which you like to sink slowly
Before your final stab right on the back.