Madness Lyrication
Swords
A clashing, blood
And bullet to the head
For all those to amass and to oppose
The fighter who they often thought was dead
But alas
Guts will spill
And painting walls, dismemberment
And weapons, lead that so spread on the floor
Leave to their boss frustrated discontentment
Destruction
Destruction
The veins to part, the cracks to form, the shatter
The dissolution of a stable matter
That is the mind and axis of the order
Before resurging monsters great, no older
Than shadows or undying demon laugh
And prior to another stolen death:
The mayhem and the culling
The breaking and the ripping
The bending and the pulling
The shooting and the clipping
Of vulnerable throats and hopes
Rolling down abysses, pits and slopes
In neverending stream that's called the Madness