Whitechapel

Fuck this life
Bereft of free will
Once a man now a beast, an abomination
Looking through the eyes of a mind corrupted by hypocrisy
Now every sin I harbor inside become one with me
Nameless
No family to call my own
Helpless
Nobody to save me now
Hopeless
Could there be light beyond this hell I call home
Could there be light beyond this hell I call home
Hate, war
Slowly becoming what I can only think about
My dungeon reeks of all the decomposing flesh of what seems to be
Heroes come and gone, slaughtered with no remorse
Innocent blood I crave
No sanity is found in me
No sanity found
No sanity found