A Martyrs Dilemma - Unhinged Lyrics

Hell!
I dug a hole for his corpse today
I dug up every ounce of rage to put your worthless f*cking life to eternal sleep
I think it's all finally clear
That I've lost my way
Here for the head of this fallen monarch
So I can spike it on his cheap f*cking grave
Displaying it For all his family to see
So Satisfying to see that pathetic soul drain
Out of your f*cking eyes
Now It's your turn to die
And my time to shine
Your turn to bleed
And My time to beat
Butcher the sheep to weed out the weak
I'll burn the heavens down
If it means you won't get a happy ending
Rage dug my cowed self out of The coffin
And granted me true f*cking hatred
Did it make you feel like a man?
To beat every last shit
Left in me the f*ck out?
My conspiracy
Is that you'll die alone
Your death will be unknown
I heard his screams for mercy
After I buried my sanity
I threw his rotting carcass
To the maggots and shit
That long for his descent
Oh, how your existence disgusts me
Oh, how your existence disgusts me
I'll enslave you to the f*cking grave
Here lies the Saint in me
'Cause You bring out the devil in me
I've finally got you started
On what you did to me long ago