I will not bear to the animated sadness releases 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 perilous With relentless devotion Grant of these open wounds and this rip The drains are waiting for the loss of your
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 devout? Is this the snap of your red and hung in this rope?
I will not let subside For the still beating heart that is inside The depths of old to the of war
The will beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The weak will beg, in risk to The weak will beg for death and again and again
The shattered Of a people With the sight, the sound The reign of steel, their unbound
Is this the snap of filament Or the grimmest Is the snap 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 weak will beg, in descent The weak beg, of instant revelation The weak will beg, in risk to The weak beg for death again and again and again
The weak will beg, in descent The weak will beg, of instant The will beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for death and again and again And again and and again