I not bear to watch While the animated sadness A cyanide for us So utterly its measure glides The that is born of behemoth size
Unveiled when everything twists into form For you to see all in a mourn With relentless devotion Grant of open wounds and this heartless rip The drains are waiting for the loss of blood
Enter all simple The of this wasteland So barren and bleak, so and weak a quick flash of ice in your chest Like into a mine field face first
Is the snap of your filament Or the grimmest Is this the of your neck Rung red and hung in rope?
I will not let this For the still beating that is buried inside The depths of old to the of war
The will beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The weak beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for again and again and again
The screams Of a unfulfilled the sight, with the sound The reign of steel, their unbound
Is this the snap of filament Or the devout? Is this the snap of your red and hung in this rope?
I not let this subside For the beating heart that is buried inside The depths of old to the of war
The weak beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of revelation The will beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for death again and again and
The weak beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The will beg, in risk to repent The weak beg for death again and again and again And again and and again