I not bear to watch While the animated sadness A cyanide for us So utterly devastating its glides The breath that is born of size
Unveiled exhumed when everything twists into For you to see all in a perilous With long 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 and bleak, so feeble and weak With a quick flash of ice in your Like into a mine field face first
Is this the snap of filament Or the devout? Is this the snap of neck Rung red and hung in this
I will not let this For the still beating heart that is buried The of old to the births of war
The weak will beg, in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The will beg, in risk to repent The weak beg for death again and again and again
The shattered Of a unfulfilled With the sight, the sound The reign of steel, blood unbound
Is this the snap of your Or the devout? Is this the of your 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 will beg, swaggering in The will beg, of instant revelation The weak beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for death again and and again
The weak will beg, swaggering in The weak will beg, of revelations The weak will beg, in risk to The weak will beg for again and again and again And again and again and