I will not to watch While the sadness releases A touch for us So utterly devastating its measure The that is born of behemoth size
Unveiled exhumed when everything into form 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 of your blood
all simple solutions The center of this So barren and bleak, so feeble and With a quick of ice in your chest falling into a mine field face first
Is this the of your filament Or the devout? Is this the snap of neck Rung red and in this rope?
I will not let this For the still beating that is buried inside The of old to the births of war
The will beg, swaggering in descent The will beg, of instant revelations The will beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for again and again and again
The shattered Of a people With the sight, the sound The of steel, their blood unbound
Is this the snap of filament Or the grimmest Is the snap of your neck red and hung in this rope?
I not let this 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 revelation The weak beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for again and again and again
The will beg, swaggering in descent The weak will beg, of revelations The will beg, in risk to repent The weak will beg for death again and again and And again and again and