I Serve... - Toxic Holocaust

Stoking the flames, fanning the fire

Each day we’re closer to feeding the pyre

I serve death

When all is said and done

I serve death

Otherworldly streaming thoughts

Like a river through my mind

Conscious action’s all it takes

Chanting repetitious thought

Psyching driving in my head

Piercing through my mental state

Fearing the outcome of fate

Empowered by feelings of hate

Never a war has been won

A spiral of shame has begun

The higher we get down we sink

The time’s not to feel it’s to think

In the pyre we gather up and feed the fire

In the flame we’re closing in to feel the pain