Azazel - Bedlam

Flesh, blood, skin, hair
Are these what make me human?
Flesh, blood, skin, hair
You can touch me but I’m simply not there

I am an abstraction
an entity, an illusion
Wall Street by day
Dark streets by night
My crimes forgotten by the morning light

Abomination
Bastardisation
A fascist nation
Human temptation

We are all cattle to slaughter
The only difference is I'm the butcher
Do not resist
Do not restrain

I am nothing more
I am nothing less
Than human nature without restraint
Am I even here
Am I even here
Is evil something you are
Or is it something you do

I am a construct of anatomy
I am a product of autonomy
I am you

I feel lethal on the edge of frenzy
I think my mask of sanity is slipping
I chew your morals up, spit them out
I want my pain inflicted on others
I want no one to escape
No one escapes