Amid the heat and the wrack Hot boots invested and cracked Poor candidates jacked into gray light An ultra-violent call Summoning both poet and thrall
Carry on, you must feel that, you have something to die for. Infact, you can't afford to, take time away from you. Don't want your pitty! Just once Respect
Fate Outside these doors Of masques and martyrs ad the loveless The sin was beautiful Blank empire closed,the eyes of heaven shine a smoke screen,
Reign of fear, of war, Of silence, of resignation Under the rules of the book of lies Trawling the wrong path Led like cattle Never try to understand,
It was a hard task To take on To make us all believe To rescue us from evil cause They wanted to achieve Avenge to gain respect Defend ourselves to
Suffer, suffer, suffer Suffer, suffer, suffer, suffer You will know I will suffer, so you won't You will know I will suffer, so you don't I will suffer
Why are you talking to me? I think I've taken too much Tell me who told you What you think you know If I am changing Maybe I'm growing into a version
Drink with the nectar Of submission I feel nothing more Than existence A loneliness That will not Come off In the narcissism Of the harbour We are lost
There's a place in the darkness I use to cling to That presses harsh hope against time In the absence of martyrs there's a presence of thieves Who only
Life is like a tall ship Drifting gently from the shore Time is like a fair wind With a lifetime to explore The beauty that surrounds you Was meant to
Burdened by the world, too weak to deal with life Bow to show your love, bow to show devotion Drowning in the sickness that vomits forth deceit Fear not
Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes Dead martyrs always take it further Dead heroes know no fear Living for some happiness
In the state of Mississippi many years ago A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime And the
as we bleed you feast on what is left of waking nightmares, prayers best left unsaid sinking inside of the beasts we shall be feeling desires buried,
In the state of Mississippi many years ago A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime And
A man so fucking punk he could not survive a man so fucking drunk he couldn't hold the mic lifestyle to extreme living on the edge life style
Reign of fear, of war, Of silence, of resignation Under the rules of the book of lies Trawling the wrong path Led like cattle Never try to understand
