The Shape Of Things (Sanctity)

As I watch this creature grow It starts to take a look Just under it's own being And what it finds Will be the nothing it has sought Lost for all time, this prize When will it bite the hand that feeds it First taste of flesh it is so pure The shape of things so twisted With one quick strike The master turns to slave The beast has grown from it's bonds And what it finds Outside the gates of it's own mind For all time unkind When will it bite the hand that feeds it First taste of flesh it is so pure The shape of things so twisted As I watch this creature grow It starts to take a look Just under it's own being When will it bite the hand that feeds it First taste of flesh it is so pure The shape of things so twisted No longer recognize this nightmare