Resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleeding
   unhinged a savage seeks a quest
   hollow hearts, rapid beating
   the pulse is high its never ceasing
   this cannot be a false pretence
  
   as people arise I feel it
  
   stone cold, a passive disease, no chance of healing
   you'll wonder if this is the end
   the void submit to pass through
   fear the eyes staring at you
   a time of unrivalled despair
  
   as people arrive I feel their stare
  
   you lived a life in chains
   your master could not save
   you'll lose the grasp of gain
   no method to your rage
  
   you die a death each day
   for some it seems to stay that way
  
   channels to feed your hate
   lying there for you to take
   a place where fools attend
   no prayers for you my friend