Schisma

And from within the black lungs of desire
 Your betray, as you always did, yourself
 From within the lungs of desire
 You betray yourself once more
 And that which you worshipped as god.
 Death never whispered your name
 in the shadows
 Not out of fear, Not because you won
 but to punish and humiliate you
 The one who didn't ever deserve to die
 The absolute nothing...
 Cursed to live, desiring to end.
 Cursed to live, desiring to end.
 Cursed to end...
 On my knees I scream and beg you
 To perpetuate the schism
 With the world of fraud and pain
 Forget all your children
 You so deliberately deceiced
 and lied to
 As you walk away, the tears you cry
 Will be our Holy Communion
 Worthless Father
 And we will laugh...
 And spit at you...
 As you leave,
 Never consider looking nack at us.
 The tears you cry
 Will be our Holy Communion
 And with it to celebrate your final...
 ...and TRUE DEATH.
 Worthless Father