Merchants of Malice

Ever since my birth
my life on earth has been quite strange
I know I'm deranged but it goes beyond that
I used to roam the earth like each and everyone of you
but I'm not a real person nowadays, faceless
you don't even know me... who?
more like a ghost trapped in your fantasies
the voice inside your head revealing truth
and how to change your ways
I crave a revolution
with a gun in my hand and explosives

Undead, nothing but a living corpse
holding a knife in my hand
reject life, fuck moral
fuck your cause
I'm prepared for the worst
never scared anymore
coming for what's yours
because to me
retaliation is a sacred force
attacking through all your thoughts
scratching through
that feeble human frame of yours
with my rabid animal teeth and claws
Feel my wrath, embrace my curse

I'm holding you in flames
this means everything to me
Let me feel the burn
it doesn't concern me
is this even real?
so it feels, so it seems
Death awaits
probably around here, somewhere
worried eyes filled with fear
they're waiting for me
slowly, i kill them
I'm their merchant of death
and yet they hail me
is it so hard to see?