Hates Creation

Picture yourself in your own favorite chair!
Nails in your hands, to soon to keep you there
Air is tight, soon you can't breathe

No, it's not me
Hooks in your chest, not to come from powerless
Raise the scorn by the then you'll feel the pain

Soon as you seem, seem to be torn, not forewarm
Raise the hate, all we know is we grow dead

Who died and left you god?
This time you pray to the lord
You're soon, yourself you can't keep
By the nails now dug in your feet
Raise the torture with straps on your legs
Feel it's closer and soon you will beg

Soon as you seem to be torn, not such a thing
We all grew warm in the light

Soon as you seemed to be torn
Not by the flesh, we all grew warm
Can't you see it's all we need?
Raise the pain
Can't find just one to blame in vain, my destiny
Had to come to recognize, they come to test me

They found the ways for you to die
Led by the hand where you will lie

Don't leave - don't leave

Come bring the pain that lies in your brain
Let the scorn show you all the things I've known
Hooks bound in your chest and worn flesh, all was pain - pain

Who died and left you god?
This time you pray to the lord!
You're soon, yourself you can't keep!
By the nails now dug in your feet!
Raise the torture with straps on your legs!
Feel it closer and soon you will beg!