Past and present (deserving minds)
Past and present, in so many ways
Asserving the hunters mind
Darkened chamber we thought of a game
Before we ended up crying
Blood that come in handy
Disdain and fears for control
Greedy sex out of theory
A new rapist is born
Hands are tied, down on knees
another cry, another casualty
Piss on my head, burn me alive
It’s okay, I love the way I die
Past and present, where innocence faints
Devouring the poor sods mind
Never cared of what lies ahead
Before being marked as swine
Another cry, another casualty
Where victim and hangman are both and the same
Silence around, there’s no place for me
And the rapist feels raped
Hands are tied, down on knees
another cry, another casualty
Piss on my head, burn me alive
It’s okay, I love the way I die
Past and present, It’s always the same
Devouring the children’s time
Darkness, slaughter, blood on my hands
In the end there’s no room for pride
Shame that flows, call me a fatty
Sperm, like tears, I survive
Cuts on my stomach that never will leave me
The rapist’s not going to hide
Hands are tied, down on knees
another cry, another casualty
Piss on my head, burn me alive
It’s okay, I love the way I die