The Knife Rises (Superjoint Ritual)

A blunt knife, kept out of sight, should be mandatory To end a life that's a waste of time, a murder in the making Misunderstood, opposed to most, stock piling ammunition Unplugged, media and mass confusion that should keep us uninvolved I'm asking, what you are asking, the pressure on you all No balls, without a soul, makes for no one You're a nobody, don't act like a somebody, like everybody A momma's boy, a fool's world No contribution, to a world ruled by ignorance, no drive It's calling, it's falling, it's falling, it's failing on top of me You broke your soul again, you murdered your only friend A speck in the atmosphere, killed and you'll never leave here A knife rises up from hell, come to my grave And be saved, for I am the Lord of the dead Menstruated blood gives me life, awakened by occult abuse