Fleshgrind - Ceremonies

A generation of instinctual assassins
A lifetime of human deviations
In a place of confidence and adulation

A world you now realize, has deceived your every thought
You listen in detail, the prevalant screams
Emanating through the vacant halls!!!

You sense the tranquillizing
Feelings of accomplishment
Yet this personal ritual means death

In the eyes of those that have manipulated our very minds!
Reprisal is instinct a form of survival
Placing their darkness in veil

As death comes life fades
Where bullets fade soak in
Their unmerciful passion honed for you... this time