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