Pound of Flesh

A gruesome image, the filth and swine
Precedes the passage, the end of time
Bring your chaos, your malcontent
Bring your anger and hatred to pin to the innocent

Given time to putrefy
Human consciousness will always find
A scapegoat to crucify
Left forgotten, to rot in the undefined

Mortal, you stand accused
Mortal, what's your excuse

Carry the burden, living with murder
Voices that whisper fate in your ear
Evil becomes you, hate defines you, death controls you
Darkness will take it's pound of flesh
Purposeless, visionless, destined to nothing
Motionless, emptiness, darkness will take it's toll