Immaculate Fatality - Catacombs

Thrown, thrown down right at your feet,
Made subject to your will.
Resentment now has grown so strong,
From once so loving seeds.
And with a frigid smile,
You placed this noose around my neck,
Pulling it ever tighter.
Now so taught that it may break.

I know, to find myself,
My sight must be made clear of feeble hate.
But in, this weakened state,
Mine eyes, they long to close though my mind wakes.

And all that I have learned,
Is forgotten in this time,
Spent with vengeance in my words,
So hot they burn upon my tongue.
So painful is this spite,
To my mind that longs to run,
Yet with feet so tangled in,
These steps that I still cannot take.

I know, to find myself,
My sight must be made clear of feeble hate.
But in, these lenght'ning years,
This endless grinding of my teeth,
still keeps me awake.

And in my mind,
Your words they never die,
Haunting my dreams,
Sending chills all through my spine.
Your never-ending scorn,
Sent me reeling toward the edge.
Now, once again, my footing's lost,
In this sea of drunkenness.
This mindless game we've played,
So fucking endlessly,
Tonight shall come to close,
So claim your worthless victory.
An epitaph,
Scribed in human blood,
Shall curse this place,
As this night I seal my fate with mine own trembling hands.

Thrown, thrown down at your feet,
So many moons ago.
Resentment now has grown so strong,
From once so loving seeds.
And with a frigid smile,
You placed this noose around my neck,
Pulling it ever tighter.
I scream triumphant as it breaks.

I know, I've found myself,
'Fter searching through this maze of love and hate.
But in this wakened state,
I see my murd'rer clear in my own face.