Viscera Of Men

Invidious judgements move towards an end
Scatter and splatter, the viscera of man
This circle of fire is life on a wire
A culling of hatred, again and again

Bleed until the silence
Cast them to the void
To flea the fight is violence
Their misery is joy

Bleed until the silence
Cast them to the void
To flea a fight is violence
Their misery is joy

Free, to flee
In surrender
Inside, inside
You were inclined

Bleed until the silence
Cast them to the void
To flee the fight is violence
Their misery is joy

Inside you, never felt enough pain
But you were inclined to wonder
Inside you a war was building, in time
Bleed until the silence
Cast them to the void
To flee the fight is violence
Their misery is joy

Bleed until the silence
Cast them to the void
To flee the fight is violence
Their misery is joy

Bleed until there is silence
Bleed until there is silence