I will not bear to While the sadness releases A touch for us So utterly devastating its measure The breath is born of behemoth size
Unveiled when everything twists into form For you to see all in a perilous With long devotion Grant of these wounds and this heartless rip The drains are waiting for the loss of your
all simple solutions The center of wasteland So and bleak, so feeble and weak With a quick flash of ice in your Like falling into a mine field first
Is this the snap of filament Or the devout? Is this the snap of your red and hung in this rope?
I will not let subside For the still heart that is buried inside The depths of old to the of war
The weak will beg, swaggering in The weak beg, of instant revelations The will beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for death again and and again
The screams Of a people With the sight, with the The reign of steel, their unbound
Is the snap of your filament Or the grimmest Is the snap of your neck Rung red and in this rope?
I will not let subside For the beating heart that is buried inside The depths of old to the of war
The weak will beg, in descent The weak will beg, of instant The weak will beg, in risk to The weak will beg for death again and and again
The weak beg, swaggering in descent The weak beg, of instant revelations The weak will beg, in to repent The weak will beg for again and again and again And and again and again