The Maw of Madness

Something stirs in the shadow of life

In a place so cold and void of light

It is creature born of sin and strife

It is fiend fit for the darkest of night

In a place so cold and void of light

The wicked beast festers and grows

It is fiend fit for the darkest of night

Feeding on hate and ecstasy’s throes

The wicked beast festers and grows

Its corrupting influence continues to spread

Feeding on hate and ecstasy’s throes

It taints our dreams while we lay in bed

Its corrupting influence continues to spread

It strangles our mind with madness and lies

It taints our dreams while we lay in bed

And we will never hear our own pained cries

It strangles our mind with madness and lies

It intends to pull us into insanity’s hold

And we will never hear our own pained cries

It’s drawing us in to a world so bold

It intends to pull us into insanity’s hold

It’s doing away with logic and reason

It’s drawing us into a world so bold

Rational thought is the greatest treason

It’s doing away with logic and reason

For it brings to us the gift of madness

Rational thought is the greatest treason

It brings to us the death of sadness.

For it brings to us the gift of madness

It is creature born of sin and strife

It brings to us the death of sadness.

Something stirs in the shadow of life