Slit Wrists

Curse you all gods, send me straight to hell
In the filth of your creation, between lies and lies I dwell
So paint your sacred chapels in the blood from my slit wrists
You can never fucking save me, your salvation reeks from shit

So give me your best shot
Come on try and break me
And beat me with all that you got
I know that you hate me.

Curse you this world, rotten to the core
The more I see, the more I bleed, so bring your holy war
Put a blindfold on my face, and bring me to my knees
And paint me up with bullet wounds
I'll drown you in the hate I bleed