Needles of Rust

He has a heart of charcoal
His veins seems filled with oil
A bastard son of man
The result of darkest toil
A storm is dawning on us
Changing the world we know
A tidal wave of horror
Darkness surmounting all we know

A twisted physician
With needles of rust
A burning desire
To misuse our trust
Scratching the surface
Ripping the crust
Inflicting a pain
Close to lust

Blind to the signs appearing
Believing all you hear
Nothing to call in question
Nothing that you revere
Trust the physicians calling
He dreams to have you near
Inject the darkness in you
To have you bound by fear

A twisted physician
With needles of rust
A burning desire
To misuse our trust
Scratching the surface
Ripping the crust
Inflicting a pain
Close to lust

We inject the darkness in us
We dream our darkest dreams
Become our own physicians
With rusted needles we devolve

A twisted physician
With needles of rust
A burning desire
To misuse our trust

Scratching the surface
Ripping the crust
Inflicting a pain
Close to lust
With needles of rust