Schadenfreude

left to rot inside this hole

let me out of here
break me free of my own skin
blind me from all my sin
no more shackles
lead me home

mein schadenfreude, cut their throats
bleed them dry and cold

it's like we're lusting blood
so let it rain
the paper clouds don't mask the pain
bleed, bleed, feed

i want to see their brains on the floor