Rivers Bottom Lyrics

My hands around your neck
Crushing the life from within your soul
As a thought crosses my mind
Who is alive?
Murderer, my dark angel of God
Make me suffer in my eternal Hell
I will say goodbye to my pride
Your eyes turn from blue to gray
Like the stale cold winter sky
This is the last time I'll have to hear your cries
Murderer, my dark angel of God
Make me suffer in my eternal Hell
The hands of a maker, your false creator
Your message in a trap!
The hands of a maker
Take my inhibitions, burn 'em down
Learn from decadence
Eyes turn from blue to gray from my deception
Blacken the eyes of a tyrant
Rivers bottoms, take me with you