Look down at the body You may see no trace of wounds But in the eye The eye of the beholder One cannot assume
Not a drop of blood is drawn But you know how it bleeds Beware of the sharp edged weapon Called human being
It is a shield of passion And strong will From this I am the victor Instead of the kill
I will not feed your hunger, instead I bite the pain Looking not back, but forward I bite down hard Try to cover up the trail of deceit And daggers spawned from your soul
[Solo Hamm/Schuldiner]
Acid, the tears of remorse Flow in vain, too late for regrets Save it For the next ill fated game