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