With Conviction
Wolves still stalk. The cruel concieved
And I dig in my flesh; with conviction
Old tongues helps define the torture
All of us; sharpen the nail driving deeper under fingers

Oh god it hurts. Hollowing dirty, seething cuts
Cruelty hightened, for it's needed
They bring in wheezing cunts to help them
Moving around in blood
We've seen death without blinking

You make me sick and there is one thing that I am left to do
Surely standing on your throat
Pressing down, hear you choke
Wheezing, struggling without air
Wipe my boot, polish it from all of your teeth marks
Struggling for so long, with conviction

I stand before the fight and see a sight of shrinking dicks
The call for war begins with the sound of forsaken trumpets
The wounded pass their weapons on to the others
We let the bullets loose and they won't be seen ever again