PROCESSION


Wither like death and soak into the blood
Become the emptiness that you've grown to love
Direct the hates that have kept you alive
Enforce them upon all who you despise
Those who tried to get you to believe their lies
Who thought that you had ignorance to see truth in their eyes
Who believe this pain has effected you none
After awhile pain tends to grow numb
But I'll make sure they feel it
When hate reigns down on them
I'll be sure to hear their screams
As I rip their lives apart
Find an endless darkness full of red
As I feel my sanity depart
All I see is colors, all I see is death
All I smell is fear and blood
And the sweetness of your breath
All I know is anger, and incoherent morbid thoughts
Remembering the truth you all had hoped was lost
Remembering the tunnel
With a false light at the end
They know its not a way out
But we can still pretend
Continue with the procession
Step up one by one
Peer into the eyes of fate
Behind the mask you've all put on

© 1995 Kelly Turner