Deceiver Grotesque in nature You've found solace twisting a knife in my ribs Condemned me to a life bereft of hope To you my life means fucking nothing I've become no more than a pawn piece, on your chess board The scars you've carved into my soul wont falter my step one fucking inch The blood you've drawn is a wake up call I hope you realize your worst enemy A trail of blood lies in your wake I've released all of your constraints I'll show you suffering Retrace your path Show you your wicked ways Take this knife from my back and stick it in your fucking chest Thats the least I could do for the pain that you've caused The tragedy, and all that I have lost I'll show you suffering