Apple

The New Way Of Killing
Just got enough time
Playing with brains
You´re next in the line

Musty smell of ragged clothes
Encounter of satan´s goats
Sharpest axes in their hands
Torch is flaming- ritual dance

Shall I start praying? Why not today?
Infinitely lot of years never too late
Desecration!- of your helpless body
Just run away- while you can

Profanity! Is all they need
Smash your neck and watch you bleed
Their sharp-set faces, intoxicate us
World falls to the hands of virus

Panic, echo in my head
Feel like I got new sense
Superhuman? Or just mad?
Existence makes me tense

Now I smell with their nose
An apple and I bite
Blood on a claw, freaky pose
Brought out demons that I hide

From that cuts explode
My own bats – my glory
Red rain over field, in my head
I´m empty, as I finished another ripen storm

My lust – kiss the knife
Like flames for the soul to boil
My addiction – everyday bread
Insatiably
Without control