Interpret:

Paradise Lost

Album:

The Last Time

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