God Module - The Source

I have nothing to say to you no words left that sound true Your morals are your demise I don't need permission to fuck with your mind I won't listen to you anymore the useless babble of a used up whore another world waits under the stairs beyond of the lies you tell in your prayes Can you see waht I see? Can you hear what I hear? Visions of destruction the sound of fear the source of my evil is inside your dear Blood stains black on your red hands speaking in words your don't understand cutting yourself to pass the time pretending that the monsters are all in your mind no method to comtrol your fear why should you hide when I'm already here no escape, no escape It's not just your precious sound that I'll take