Obscene As Cancer

What lying shit will be said
Children guaranteed glory in death
Sweet and fitting in their tombs they rest
Squandered youth for the old terror

Blood-shod, all blind, [?]

[Chorus]
In all my dreams
(They were fucking children)
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning

[Verse 2]
How familiar [?] blood
The converted terror moves closer to carnage
Secret nobility and gilded deceit
The poison bringing composure at last

His hanging face
Like a devil’s sick of sin

[Chorus]
In all my dreams
(They were fucking children)
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning

[Bridge]
[?]

[Chorus]
In all my dreams
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
In all my dreams
(They were fucking children)
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning