Testo Iii: Collusion

I want to see the look on your face
As I take your life away
My tormented soul is quiet
As I feel the flow of your life spray over my hands

I see your coward face and my rage can't take the strain
Just shut the fuck up and stand up, stand up now
You'll see my vengeance, red mist descends I can't wait to kill you
You're rotting In the eyes of God
Through your corpse on the floor I shall find my solace
My lust for vengeance precedes all
Precedes me

I'll follow you past your fucking grave

Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?
I will bring you down
The depths of my anger at my unjust captivity are only matched by the nature of your demise
I will not be compromised
The stench of your rotting corpse leaves nothing to the imagination
Every seeping wound
Every rotting organ leaves me entralled
If there was a God, I am Satan

Why can we give so much to a lie that does not return?
I gave up everything and I was betrayed
Now we lie broken men, and we die alone