tell me how does it feel to watch a child bleed to death from a weapon you designed you ve spilt their blood is your pride really worth this such a mindless slaughter bow down to your greed bloodshed your lies cut their throat such beauty such innocence set to self destruct as you nail their coffin shut with your hammer of hate the flesh is torn hate remains the flesh is torn they bleed bloodshed broken by your hand who will bleed for you now 