Del placer y el dolor

I can see the shine of deception in your eyes. I was born to hate you and
Your kind. You promise heaven, but all you can give is lies.

I see the fear of being left alone in your eyes. All those ruined lives,
Corrupted minds with lies.

Now those forgotten souls scream your name from behind the graves. There
Will be no tomorrow, there wasn't one today. Every morning you will wake up
To see your own image in hell. And the day will come when these lessons of
Suffering will be taught you and your kind too.

bathym