Testo Revolution Decimation

X marks this day in the darkness, but within its view
The blood from my boot lace garotte comes clean in a gutter wash

Middle aged wretched whore
Faceless, nameless, penniless
Lying down, rictus twisted
Extinguished from a long misery
Sleep comes easy this night
As a gear in life shifts
They will emerge from the metal caves
Punishment's mystery revealed

The day of XX waiting they come not
Choose they, to ignore? Or does it not know?

Fear turns to anger... Turns to hate