Agathocles Hideous Head-chopping Lyrics

Hideous Head-chopping Lyrics

I've built my little castle, Based on apathy.

 And now I'm truly armed,

 Against insecurity.

 Stone cold thoughts,

 Behind a grieving mask,

 Furious eyes,

 Analysing silly lies.

 Ferousious grey mass,

 Non-believing in a cross,

 An aim so insane,

 The last leaf must be slain.

 A wood-chopping sound,

 Goes in my head around,

 The tree that once stood

 Has now been chopped for good