I feel my breathing slow down
Living like a ghost town stuck inside of these four walls
A place inside my head I couldn’t put to bed
I could feel the vengeance in me crawl
Do you think you’ll make it out alive but I’ll show you all the strife
That has built up in me
Built-up in me I’m here to take a stand for everything that I am
I will take it in my hands
It’s coming down coming down and there’s nowhere to run
Bruised and bloody, but you haven’t put me down yet
I walk on broken glass straight
Through the wasteland all of your treachery
It’s never going to see
The death of death is a part of me
You think you see the reason for the things I’m feeling
But the truth is far away
But it’s a cycle you don’t understand falling right into my hands
And then I won’t waste another day
You think you’ll make it out a lot but I’ll show you all the strife
That is built up in me
I’m here to take a stand for everything that I am
The blood is on your hands
Bruised and bloody, but you haven’t put me down yet
I walk on broken glass straight
Through the wasteland all of your treachery
It’s never going to see
The death of death is a part of me
It’s part of everything I am
From the violence left, and the burdens that carry me
All of your treachery
It’s never gonna see
The death of anything left
Death is a part of me
Death descending war within me
Cutting through you, like a knife
Death descending war within me
I will show you all my strife
Bruised and bloody, but you haven’t put me down yet
I walk on broken glass straight through the wasteland
All of your treachery
It’s never going to see
The death of death is a part of me
It’s part of everything I am
From the violence left, and the burdens that carry me
All of your treachery
It’s never gonna see
The death of anything left
Death is a part of me
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Filth
I see right through your eyes Piercing through like every lie You think that you can hide All the filth you keep inside? A monster in a body bag Whispers in the silence …
Greed
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Kill Or Be Killed
All hail the king All hail the king Locked up and put down and pushed out I’ve been cast out and told it’s over now Too dead too done too out of touch But you …
Martyr
Open my eyes, but the world fades to black Watching the wicked slip through the cracks Call out to God, but he’s not calling back Set into motion to watch the …
Purpose
I’m standing before you to ask you a question Your answer decides. What’s my reaction. Slipping through the cracks of failure Sins deeper than the whispers …