Hot Knives And Open Sores

Scars for the living

A ditch for the dead

We try to remember to drink to forget

Fools for our choices

Tools for the trade

We busy our hands as we bury the slain

Morbid derision

Sadistic release

Starving the pigs in the belly of the beast

The sky looks so hungry

The future looks bleak

The soil of the Earth will inherit the meek

Mass affliction of the chosen

Now the sacred vows are broken

Will they stand to be confronted?

Now the hunters are the hunted

Red-hot knives, open sores

Surgeons busy doing surgeons chores

Numb with whiskey, sealed with tar

Devil's stitches leave no scar

Ancient gods look to ancient suns

Ancient medicines in ancient slums

Masks of horror hide the shame

Roman doctrines can only ease the pain

Shattered sunrise, mercy calls

Hallowed victims scream in the halls

Filled with venom, filled with fear

Open wounds filled with life's elixir

Mass affliction of the chosen

Now the sacred vows are broken

Will they stand to be confronted?

Now the hunters are the hunted