I will not bear to While the animated releases A cyanide for us So utterly its measure glides The breath that is born of size
Unveiled when everything twists into form For you to see all in a perilous With long relentless of these open wounds and this heartless rip The drains are waiting for the loss of your
Enter all solutions The of this wasteland So barren and bleak, so feeble and With a flash of ice in your chest Like falling into a mine field face
Is the snap of your filament Or the devout? Is this the of your neck Rung red and hung in this
I will not let this For the beating heart that is buried inside The depths of old to the of war
The weak beg, swaggering in descent The will beg, of instant revelations The weak 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 blood
Is this the of your filament Or the devout? Is this the snap of your red and hung in this rope?
I not let this subside For the still beating that is buried inside The depths of old to the of war
The weak will beg, swaggering in The weak will beg, of revelation The weak will beg, in to repent The weak will beg for death again and again and
The weak will beg, swaggering in The weak beg, of instant revelations The weak will beg, in to repent The weak will beg for death again and again and And again and and again