A Gut Full Of Knives by Declared Dead from Zwijndrecht Belgium

"A Gut Full of Knives"

To fear the terror
That's lurking
Behind every door
The fright - aghast!
To shudder
With A Gut Full of Knives

The enemy within
Casting shadows of gloom
Forging an empire of
Dystopian forude

The dark gleam
Is ever present
In a world that's
Trapped within mirrors
The smoke from immolation
The burning rage
Is like A Gut Full of Knives

The enemy within
Casting the shadows of gloom
No solace can be had
When all are
Beckoned by doom

(Solos)

With hands in prayer
Bless this nightmare
With the ministry of misery
The rosary turned beads
While on your knees
Your savior is coming!

To fear the terror
That's lurking
Behind every door
The fright - aghast!
To shudder
With A Gut Full of Knives

The dark gleam
Is ever present
In a world that's
Trapped within mirrors
The smoke from immolation
The burning rage
A Gut Full of Knives