Negative Outlook by Sworn Enemy

Last Rites

by Sworn Enemy· from Negative Outlook

Cycles of my life are taking a turn. Turn for the worse my eyes are starting to burn. burning with sweat as it drips from my brow. The taste of blood begins to fill in my mouth. Restrained from my actions. Your corpse will bring me satisfaction. I could feel it in my veins. Your heart racing like a train. See the fear in your eyes. Your life I despise. The agony so bittersweet. Your dead body at my feet. Only god can save me now. Till I'm put in the ground. Burn me at the cross. Now all hope is lost. Only god can save me now. Till I'm put in the ground. Burn me at the cross. Now all hope is lost. You can not save me. I'm as dead can be. One step from the grave. I can not e saved. Last rights, last rights, last rights. Your last fucken rights!