Ultra Violence

Boiling blood

Heart don't pump

Ball of fist

Let it slump

In time of needs

My mouth will froth

Nothing will end

In the house of cloth

I am what I am

Conscious slumber seems to talk

My ghost shadow rises and falls

So I kill it

You are what you are

Wild creature from the deepest parts

Hunting my every bit inside

So I'm hooked to it

We are what we are

Crumble the Castle with blood and bones

Far in a forest dim and old

The ruins moulder into rest

Ultra - Violence

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