Through The Eyes Of The Dead

For all those that taunt me and stomp on my dreams
I hope you choke on blood if I could display you in a burning field
impaled on your mothers arms
I would without hesitation one day
I'll stand on the world with my foot
pressed to it's throat for all those with their knives
deep in my back I hope you choke on blood
I wish you could feel your flesh decay so that
you could experience every bit of dying your
nothing more than preachers of poisoned dreams
and death is what is owed to all those that contempt me
I hope you choke on blood