: Consumed, I feel the rage growing inside me, A fear i cannot contain, At war with an enemy that does not rest who will never relent. This city, these
: I am the blackest soul. The child of a loveless world. The wreckage left in the wake of time. I am the consequence of complete collapse. I am the horror
: I walked this streets a thousand times, Still this world never seemed colder. Compromised a thousand times To the will of vicious minds. Reality
: Crashing to the surface. My convictions lay bare before the tempest. As chaos explodes around me, I find myself in the jaws of destruction. Tested,
: Deliver me. From the darkest abyss, from the depths of eternal rest. Grasping at the threads of sanity, only to watch them slip through my hands. I
: [ft. Marshall Lichtenwaldt of The Warriors] Lies. My truth has been revealed, at the cost of everything I knew. My last safe-haven falls behind me
: But there is no silence. My thoughts drowned out. Screeching and grinding resonates through a hollow shell. There is no great wisdom. There are no
: Brothers of abandonment, sisters of despair. Orphans to the watching ones above. Too far removed, too far to care. We are the unwanted. We are the
: This is life This is life as As a consequence This apathy is murderous Hope is dead Buried by regret I love for nothing And die here for even less
: Carrion In a moment I'm lost Dying from the inside Her eyes take me away Tear me apart from the inside out Dead eyes speak in volumes When our lips
: Virtue is lost Beyond this life in here Beneath the need of existence The vicious scream And everything she longs for turns to black The giver calls
: Take all the sentiments Of a Cold Blooded cynic So believe me when i say I would love nothing more Then for everything To end in misery Concrete shoes
: The night creeps through my bones with a winter's chill, sending shivers down my spine Like cold hands across my skin Five months have passed and taken
: Now, You're heroes have fallen. Champion mess, The seas are rising. So touch every banner, Every hope of surviving. Lifetime is waking. Security has
: There is nothing There is nothing I would not give These are the days of God These are the days of God Please understand These are the days of God
: (Instrumental)
: When your lungs collapse When your last breath fails When my reflection is as faded as a sentiment Convulsions constrict your flesh Into a portrait
: Black plagues, line a fading sky. A dying world stripped to the bone, Intoxicated by the madness. Blood weeps from open wounds. And still the fires
