The Spirit of Violence Suddenly you feel it, your senses gettin' torn; Adrenalin shooting, arteries seem to boil, Nervous, angry, staring through a red lense, Interior gladiator's just slain your defense...
The root of all disgusting - the godfather of sin, Meet me in the depths of mind And let the game begin... Assassinate your conscience - my turned apostate friend, Incestuous brotherhood of souls, Control me if you can...
The reborn me is threatening myself, Can't reach for where the slaughter dwells, My guts are frozen - my blood's like ice, Interior gladiator spreading the cold inside...
