Children of Wrath

Children of Wrath - Impending Doom

Take a bite of the sickness and feel the rush of your desire

When you act upon your urges so begins a period of decent

Deception

I am a tainted man with a wretched mind

I am ashamed of myself again and again

I don't need another pointed finger

I don't want to hide just find myself

I come to you filthy

Take a bite of the sickness and feel the rush

Save me save me save me

Because I can't save myself

I hate religion

I don't need a cult

The world doesn't need any more fakes

I have committed cosmic plagiarism

I was a self proclaimed god a mirror image of a cheap imitation

Those we thought were on top

Quickly fall to the bottom when judgment drops

In death shame fills the black and immortal soul

We were never meant to save ourselves

I hate religion

I don't need a cult

The world doesn't need any more fakes

So I walk a new path no one chooses for me

So I walk a new path no one chooses for me

So I walk a new path no one chooses for me