In Fear And Faith

Bring back hollow reputations.
It’s giving me what I desire.
And I desire to find the words you need to hear.
Kill. Kill. Kill. Your demons. Face. Face. Face. Your fears.
Fight. Fight. With no discretion. Die. Die. Die. Alone.
I am the messenger; I am the one you trust with your last breath.
And you’re missing the point.
You’re missing the point of these words.
You’ve caused the blood that’s on your hands.
I hope you see your own life flash before your eyes.