Throes Of Perdition

Blind-folded and gagged stood waiting
With the whole world, my firing squad
At the edge of the world I'm faced out
Staring the sun right in the eye.

Vultures circle above
Hyenas mocking the kill
Excrement drooling
Down their chins.

Atop the cliffs I look down
Into the starving Hell mouth
The rabid foam crashes
Hard on it's teeth.

Their mouth's salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome ending
This world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two feet.

As they're feeding their guns: "ready, aim"
They say i'll live, if I die for their cause
Living under the rule of fellow Cro-Magnon fool
They fear who leads and will kill to stay still.

Their mouth's salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome ending
This world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two feet.

Without eating from their claws...

Life feels like Hell should
But this Hell's so cold
Pull another knife out!

Stick it with rest of them!
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it!

Life feels like Hell should
But this Hell's so cold
Pull another knife out!

Stick it with rest of them!
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it!

Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies
As we melt, drowning inside their bloodied eyes
Hope is ravaged, running from lacerations
Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die.

Life feels like Hell should
But this Hell's so cold
Pull another knife out!

Stick it with rest of them!
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it!

Life feels like Hell should
But this Hell's so cold
Pull another knife out!

Stick it with rest of them!
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it...

Sob so heavily!
We choke, then we die...