Diecell: Thrashborne


Soulless mind, wanna piece of mine?
Cut a slice, stick it up inside.
Peace of mind, trying to rewind?
Fragments won't fill the void,
wear out the stainds...

Facing down, hands lined with dirt.
Kneeling as a figure of failure.
Taste of blood, to enhance the thought
Not in habit of losing my mind
nor at all.


I will paint by numbers,
go frame by frame.
Revenge burns bright in my thrashborne mind
...I am on your trail.

Be sure I'll paint by numbers,
go frame by frame.
Revenge burns bright in a thrashborne mind
I'm a hellhound on your trail.


Hollow and blind, you're leached in tight.
Built-in, a truth of your own.
Go with the flow, you're leech-a-like.
Sucking throughout, most cheap of a
way to survive...

Trying to bring down all I've achieved,
Drawn of the virtues you lack.
Breeding a bloodline, born to retreat.
Given no slack, no change, to compete
the supreme.