Gost Severance
I've seen the devil and I've felt his hands
Not in Golgotha, not in desert sands
Should be of no surprise the beast is a man
Some called him many things, I knew him as legion
Pathetic human fueled only by hatred
Left me broken looking for an answer
But all I've found are just more questions
No way out of a life denied of empathy
This human garbage left a shadow behind
I simply wanted to be left alone
A deviant's rage is all I knew
Death to the wicked and to the obtuse
f..ck you, I do not miss this
I'm glad you're gone
f..ck you, I do not miss this
I'm glad you're dead
I have to stare
Back at a face I f..cking hate
