Nihilst
by The Red Chord
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Oh so sweet yet oh so miserable..
It felt so good to finally clear the air - as I spilled my guts.
The guilt fades away - as I spill your guts.
It only hurts the first time,
until you find conviction to draw first blood and suffocate remorse
and realize that your actions were "beautiful" in a violent sense of the word.
The skin peels away - as I spill your guts.
There´s nothing sweeter than the taste of the blood of a rapist.
Stand triumphant and decorate with the fabrics that you were once made of.
And suffocate remorse.
Realize that your actions were so beautiful in a violent sense of the word.
As time passes on, there is no shadow of doubt or guilt.
I did to ensure... you will burn.
Holding the blood reigns to success,
I have lead a one man army.
I´d like nothing better than to sever your head and set that pig on fire.
As time passes on, there is no shadow of doubt or guilt.
But I must admit, I fill much pants better as I do my cell, withering into old age.
It´s so wrong to do what´s right,
but I still think they´ve persecuted a hero,
because you´d be on my side if this happened to your little brother.
It felt so good to finally clear the air - as I spilled my guts.
The guilt fades away - as I spill your guts.
It only hurts the first time,
until you find conviction to draw first blood and suffocate remorse
and realize that your actions were "beautiful" in a violent sense of the word.
The skin peels away - as I spill your guts.
There´s nothing sweeter than the taste of the blood of a rapist.
Stand triumphant and decorate with the fabrics that you were once made of.
And suffocate remorse.
Realize that your actions were so beautiful in a violent sense of the word.
As time passes on, there is no shadow of doubt or guilt.
I did to ensure... you will burn.
Holding the blood reigns to success,
I have lead a one man army.
I´d like nothing better than to sever your head and set that pig on fire.
As time passes on, there is no shadow of doubt or guilt.
But I must admit, I fill much pants better as I do my cell, withering into old age.
It´s so wrong to do what´s right,
but I still think they´ve persecuted a hero,
because you´d be on my side if this happened to your little brother.