Acidrodent - In Praise of School Shootings Lyrics

Numb to the point of comatose
You turn off your regrets
Nothing in front, nothing behind
Rid of all the threats
Outside is ash, inside silent
With your bitterness
This world will pay with no delay
Bullets of un forgiveness
This rain will cleanse, wash away
Heal the human infection
Let them bleed, let them feel
Methods of redemption
Their faces white, open wide
Blind to the coming weather
You are the storm, you are the sun
Consume them altogether

Reconstruct
Broken machine
Disinfect
Until its clean

You feel nothing as you pass
Judgement and execution
Blurring eyes focus in time
In your blood soaked sessions
Its time for hate to invade
And dominate destruction
Articulate the voice that prays
For this liberation
You are the scribe for the bible
That dictates corruption
Angelic wings lift you up
As you complete perfection
The hymns are sung without grace
You just need ammunition
The final chapter opens up
End to your holy mission

You are the sun, you are the storm
Make them suffer, make them dread
What you offer, kill them dead

March through bodies, march through blood
Here comes the savior, comes the flood