Bloodletter from Blackening Skies by Into The Silo

Day after day, lying in wait
The trap has been set, This is my last chance
To make a name of myself

Be patient, be still
The payoff will be well worth the wait
Let the blood spill
Sadistic obsession
Cover my face, Drink my fill

I've always wanted to see my name in print
Collect their tongues, slice the wrists, pierce just below the armpit
I’ve got it all planned out! I want this to be the perfect moment
Remember my very first time
My very first time
This is my moment

Every night, I revisit my killing grounds
It's almost as if it were meant to be
You picked the wrong one today, bud
Fuck around and fucking find out

There’s no other red as vibrant
The whole world will recognize my talent
I've just got a way
With murder

• Deathcore
• Metal
• Metal.
• Metalcore
• hardcore
• post-hardcore
• Chicago