Antichrist

Screams and nightmares of a life I want Can't see living this lie no, a world I haunt You've lost all control of my heart and soul Satan holds my future, watch it unfold I am the Antichrist It's what I was meant to be Your God left me behind And set my soul to be free Watching disciples of the satanic rule Pentagram of blood holds the jackal's truth Searching for the answer, Christ hasn't come Awaiting the final moment, the birth of Satan's son Screams, from a life I live Torment is what I give Torture is what I love The downfall of the Heavens above I am the Antichrist All love is lost Insanity is what I am Eternally my soul will rot Rot! Rot!

And I swear there's a ghost on this island And his hands, all covered in blood And my wife inquired of understanding But of course, my dear, you can't She said: "How can I relate To somebody who doesn't speak? I feel like I'm just treading water. Is it the same for you? Is it the same for you?" Well, he comes and he goes, so capricious And his work appears so rushed Well, I love the house that we live in And I love you all too much Is it the same for you? Is it the same for you? Is it the same for you? Is it the same for you? Well, the criminals and liars Keep them in your cells as a privilege of mine And I love the house that we live in And I love you all too much Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands Archaic and content, you just wash them off Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands Archaic and content, you just wash them off Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands Archaic and content, you just wash them off Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands Archaic and content, you just wash them off Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands Archaic and content, you just wash them off Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands Archaic and content, you just wash them off

Who are you? Who am I to you? I am the antichrist to you Fallen from the sky with grace Into your arms race Lucid lovers, me and you A deal of matchless value I was always quick to admit defeat Empty statements of bones and meat And my heart, it shook with fear I'm a coward behind a shield and spear Take this sword and throw it far Let it shine under the morning star Who are you? Who am I to you? I am the antichrist to you Fallen from the sky with grace Into your arms race One for my heart and two for show Three tears for all the souls below One day, we made them into figurines Burned them all with all my favorite things Who are you? Who am I to you? I am the antichrist to you Fallen from the sky with grace Into your arms race Who are you? Who am I to you? I am the antichrist to you Fallen from the sky with grace Into your arms