Thy Art Is Murder Chemical Christ
Do you know your demons
Do you yearn for pain
Do your lethal addictions
To self-prescriptions
Numb the ache of the darkest days
Why do you blame the world
For the ghost you have become
When you should blame no one but yourself
For your self destruction
Sword swallowers
The pills have a way
Of making us hollower
Addiction to emptiness
Begging for opioid utopia
Grovel at the feet of your father
Chemical Christ
Heaven is a nihilist paradise
A loaded gun with no trigger
An itchy hand with no fingers
Claw out the eyes that cry for relief
God is gone
He left his broken creatures
Solemn victims of self-defeat
Chemical Christ
Offer your souls to sacrifice
Chemical Christ
Heaven is a nihilist paradise
Grovel at the feet of your father
Sword swallower
Make us hollower
Why do you blame the world
For the ghost you have become
When you should blame no one but yourself
For your self destruction
Sword swallowers
The lord has a way of finding his followers
Obsidian fever dreams of endless purgatory
Grovel at the feet of your father
Chemical Christ
Offer your souls to sacrifice
Chemical Christ
Heaven is a nihilist paradise
Why do you blame the world
For the ghost you have become
When you should blame no one but yourself
For your self destruction
Why do you blame the world
For the ghost you have become
When you should blame no one but yourself
For your self destruction