I will not bear to While the animated releases A cyanide for us So utterly devastating its glides The breath that is of behemoth size
Unveiled exhumed when everything twists into For you to see all in a perilous With long relentless of these open wounds and this heartless rip The drains are waiting for the loss of your
all simple solutions The center of this So barren and bleak, so feeble and With a quick flash of ice in your Like falling into a field face first
Is this the snap of filament Or the grimmest Is this the of your neck Rung red and hung in rope?
I will not let this For the still heart that is buried inside The of old to the births of war
The weak beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The weak will beg, in risk to The will beg for death again and again and again
The shattered Of a unfulfilled With the sight, with the The of steel, their blood unbound
Is this the of your filament Or the devout? Is the snap of your neck red and hung in this rope?
I will not let this For the still beating heart that is buried The depths of old to the of war
The weak will beg, in descent The weak will beg, of instant The weak beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for death again and and again
The weak will beg, in descent The will beg, of instant revelations The weak will beg, in to repent The will beg for death again and again and again And and again and again