Testo For England, James

Your words are meaningless
When no one can hear you scream
Your apologies and excuses don't lessen this tragedy

I will have your life in the palm of my hand

You've brought this hell down on you
And I smell your flesh boil You open your mouth to beg
I rip the throat from your neck
Your form now lies dismembered, unrecognizable
The end of you will be seen as a blessing to all man kind

I have brought your entire pathetic existence to a halt

Your words are meaningless
When no one can hear you scream
Your apologies and excuses don't lessen this tragedy

I'll sleep easier tonight
Covered in your fucking blood
In your blood, I will sleep [x2]
You're wasting your time
If you think you'll make it out alive
Your screaming only makes it that much sweeter. [x2]
And if you think there's any escape, you are mistaken
The only way you'll leave here tonight is dead

Your spilt blood flows like a river down my thirsty hands
This lust satisfied only by your mutilation. [x2]