God To The Illfated — Devian

Blood on the wall, whipping the thrall Chain us, regain us - you're better than all

Bled me in vain, disccard as a stain No honesty, no respect Who believes in all your pain?

Smother the weak, outlaw the freak Killanthrope, misanthrope, bare catastrophe Blood on the wall, whipping the thrall Action deems reaction you will see

Fuck your lies lies lies, fuck your crucifix Monolithic six six six

Fallen from grace, thorn scratching your face God to the ill-fated

That what you've got, all that I'm not Ache for this, break for this Leave you to rot

Blood-tasting breath, sleepless on meth A blister, some transistor - Angelhead and full of death

No fashion demand, tattered and banned Hostile, defiled, you can't understand That what you've got, all that I'm not You want to be us but could never be

Twist and contort the within - Our enemy fears for his skin Twist and contort to win - Stapleshut to sin the within