I can smell your fear You reek of insecurity I know what you crave, what you need I can be your dreams I'll wander behind your eyelids like a grain of sand This path leads to hell You need to be thrashed and broken I'll be your master and you can worship me Adore me, love me above all I'll feed your desire, make you happy You need to be thrashed and broken Death is a quiet room where all is peaceful And desolate, where life is cursed No glory, no vivid memories No tales to tell This path leads to hell You need to be thrashed and broken.
