Guilty of Innocence - Grip Inc.

born to the plague of fools

intent on breaking all the rules

terror crash against the skin

mixing of blood

flesh tempted against nature

fear drips like water on glass

born, in bred, born, in bred

incest born, unnatural caresses

the future screams a clear message

black imagination

oppression tears away the heart

and soul

born, in bred, born, in bred

midnight strikes, hunters prowl

seeking which is forbidden

in true convict style

indulgence wins

so begins mutilation

no battle was fought

the work of beast unfolds

keep the secret close or die

guilty of innocence, guilty of

innocent

pure perversion

truth kept, tightly wrapped,

shrouded in, devils breath

trembling, twisted, trapped

the smell of torment

fills the room

so still, deathly silence

the victims future crumbles