Blood Guilt Trip

Let the silence fall
Watch the blood of the innocent pour
My fists wrapped in thorns
I’ll bring a sharpened destruction

A charred suffering lingers
Spilled the blood of everything you hold true
I’ll leave your world in cinders
God moves his touch and you break

Let the silence fall
Forms reduced to dust and mud
God moves his touch and you break
And there will be blood

My hatred, cast into shards, will cut you down