Drained of life...

Life had a knife...

 A knife that was covered in gold...

Gold that wasn't mean to be sold...

Sold to the earth covered in mold.

Mold of the wounds that break

Break from the armor of humanities mistake

Humanities mistake was building envy

Envy channeling through those who've sinned against me.

Against me? How dare thee.

How dare thee strike while my heart was asleep.

Asleep in the chambers of deer and kings.

Kings that abandoned their withered queens

Queens that only shared a bond with a child

A child that grows into the same decayed pile.

Pile up the souls that caused wrath to our home.

Home isn't even home.

Home is manure covered in chrome.

Chrome of the blasphemy presented today.

Today is a new day, but still the same rainy day.

The same rainy day in which I cast away.

I cast away into the bloody red lake.

The bloody red lake in which we make.