Wendigo (213)

I can't think like any of you anymore

I can't see through your eyes anymore

So alone in this thing you call a soul

I can't seem to stop the bleeding

Bleaching bones and cutting up flesh

I can't seem to hide this feeling

I don't know just what I am anymore

I don't even know my own name anymore

So alive in this sickly sweet shower

I can't seem to hold back

A slave is all I want loving me

I can't seem to hold back

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

The head of the dog is an ornament of my domain

The scent of death is so sweet to me

The feeling of control is something I sustain

The look in his eyes is all I really need

I'll keep them young and fresh

With an alter made of flesh

I kneel before my God and weep

I wallow in the blood so deep

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

I can't look at them anymore

I can't speak to them anymore

So alone in this thing you call soul

I drink their spirits up like wine

Trophies of a lover's conquest

Upon smooth sacred flesh I dine

I don't even know what a human is

I don't even know what love is

So alive in this sickly sweet shower

All I know is the bleak emptiness

Christ is perfected in me

A savior for all mankind

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

Wendigo!

Wendigo!