AngelMaker
Lazarus
I awaken to the urge to feast on what's in front of me
Fleeting emotions
Malicious intent, is overwhelming me

Creeping, I ache for the taste of flesh against my lips
I want to kill it’s all I feel
The taste of flesh for my next meal
I can't decide on what is real
I think my skin's beginning to peal

Rotting from the inside out
My heads a mess, I’m full of doubt
Rotting from the inside out
My heads a mess, I'm full of doubt
Rotting from the inside out
My heads a mess I'm full of doubt

Rotting from the inside

Please set me free
Dеath's hold is tight and oh so cold
It's such a lonely road
I long to feel human again

Ripping and tearing and breaking and fеasting
As I plunge my fingers deep inside the chest
Ripping organs from the gaping cavity
I can't help but feel a sense of sympathy
For the poor soul lying dead in front of me

This life I once held close
Has left its vessel with no host
Just a shell with no pulse
Oh, how I wish I made the most of this life I used to know
Now my memories fade below, and happiness just slips away
Much like the sunset of the day

Insatiable hunger never to end
Woeful I am sentient
Please set me free

Death's hold is tight and oh so cold
It's such a lonely road
I long to feel human again

Death’s hold is tight and oh so cold
I long to feel human again

I long to feel human again