Fatal Cleansing

Instant recourse
Knocking on your grave
Instant recourse
Knocking on your grave

Instant recourse
Bashing in
Feel the pressure of my arm sink in
Instant recourse
Caving in
Feel it gnashing underneath your skin

This is your inglorious demise
Embrace the holy light devour your final disguise
No angels waiting for you underneath the swollen skies
As you watch your living days, flashing right before your eyes

This is fatal cleansing
Yea yea
Fatal cleansing
Of your crooked souls