The Deviating Ceremonies (Fleshgrind)

A generation of instinctual assassins A lifetime of human deviations In a place of confidence and adulation A world you now realize, has deceived your every thought You listen in detail, the prevalant screams Emanating through the vacant halls!!! You sense the tranquillizing Feelings of accomplishment Yet this personal ritual means death In the eyes of those that have manipulated our very minds! Reprisal is instinct a form of survival Placing their darkness in veil As death comes life fades Where bullets fade soak in Their unmerciful passion honed for you... this time You're doubting your own convictions Skepticism greets your fading thoughts As you are thrown into an unmarked grave On the verge of your passing Feeling the damp cold soil penetrate your Bleeding wounds blanket your Crippled, cramping body As you discern your killers You realize your certain mockery Of honor demands death Reprisal is instinct a form of survival Placing their darkness in veil As death comes life fades Where bullets fade soak in Their unmerciful passion honed for you... this time You're doubting... your own convictions