I will not bear to While the sadness releases A cyanide for us So utterly devastating its measure The breath that is born of behemoth
Unveiled exhumed when everything twists form For you to see all in a perilous long relentless devotion Grant of these open and this heartless rip The are waiting for the loss of your blood
Enter all simple The center of this So and bleak, so feeble and weak With a quick of ice in your chest Like falling into a mine field first
Is this the of your filament Or the grimmest Is this the snap of your Rung red and hung in rope?
I will not let this For the beating heart that is buried inside The of old to the births of war
The will beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of instant The will 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 filament Or the grimmest Is this the of your neck red and hung in this rope?
I will not let this For the beating heart that is buried inside The of old to the births of war
The will beg, swaggering in descent The weak beg, of instant revelation The will beg, in risk to repent The will beg for death again and again and again
The weak will beg, swaggering in The weak will beg, of revelations The weak beg, in risk to repent The weak beg for death again and again and again And again and again and