Bite the Pain - 1996 Demos - Death

Look down at the body

You may see no trace of wounds

In the eye, the eye of the beholder

One cannot, assume

Not a drop of blood is drawn

But you know how it bleeds

Beware of the sharp edged weapon

Called human being

It is a shield of passion

And strong will

From this I am the victor

Instead of the kill

I will not feed your hunger instead

I bite the pain

Looking not back but forward

I bite down

Try to cover up the trail of deceit

And daggers spawned from your soul

Acid the tears of remorse flow in vain

Too late for regrets

Save it for the next ill fated game

It is a shield of passion

And strong will

From this I am the victor

Instead of the kill

I will not feed your hunger instead

I bite the pain

Looking not back but forward

I bite down