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