Left Hand - Beneath The Massacre

It’s a self-portrait

Painted with your blood

Revealing your darkest thoughts

Claiming yourselves to be the victims

Victims that you are not

Empty feelings filling your empty shell

Of a self-centered existence

A distorted vision of your reality

A reality you deny

And each sunset brings a darker day

And people are all the same

Claiming yourselves to be the victims

Victims that you are not

Erase all the lust

Break down all will

Glorified defeatist

Amputated left hand

Scared of what you might find?

Dig out what’s deep inside

Sermons and false sympathy

This life suits you well

Empty feelings filling your empty shell

Of a self-centered existence

A distorted vision of your reality

A reality you deny

And each sunset brings a darker day

And people are all the same

Claiming yourselves to be the victims

Victims that you are not

Scared of what you might find?

Dig out what’s deep inside

Sterile and virgin

This death suits you well