The Crazies

Down and out
No fight left
Cliché of the
Dammed
The Devils right hand
Living the secret
Waiting to die
Ill will
Our passion our drive
Emotional overload
So much fucking stress
Load the pistol
Pass the test
Marching madmen with a lip for blood
Marching crazies
Twisted search for love

young so serving
innocent so pure
Turned
bitter
coward
soulless
For this spite there is
No cure.

Slicing your neck
Sipping bourbon
Watch you bleed
Servant and master
Holy Shepard
down on his knees
Tasting your throat
Kiss of your lips
I take another sip
Summoned lord of despair
Sacrificial body gifted to
Share

Your dying eyes
This I'm sure
There's one thing left
To show
Our kind is here

Our kind is here

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