Disgusted with what I see So many pieces left of you and me Glass falls like rain I'll crucify you for this pain.....for this pain Tonight I leave
I am the Promethean Tragic figure in this dream Dream known as life I bring spark into the lives Take the molded, show them fire Fire's the spark in their
Freedom is all I have to say in defense Of what the world's becoming A nation hell bent on choosing what's right And how we all should live our lives
The face and the lips tremble as it rips Your breath quickening as heat rushes in Pull harder strings martyr Stop you cry that's a lie Flush gasping
Within struggle, amidst horror Inside conflict, visceral war Make a stand here, vanquish all fear Don't hesitate, eradicate Torn between Scylla and Charybdis
This weight is so unbearable caving my lungs All my life seems to be flashing in front of my eyes (in front of my eyes) Run away from all the pain, All
I was so empty Self loathing Before you awoke me Lived in transgression Facing sin Destroying all I stood for A world of spreading disease Legs up for
End of passion play, crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear Leading on your deaths' construction
Don't let this ruin all that I thought that I could be A life amidst entropy is a fate I refuse to see As the flames lick our feet Coaxing us to make
A mind lost within its own self Existing to feed its hunger Your body hollowed empty shell Awaiting feed of the ages Darkness will cover the mind
Just when they thought you were through You've burned their lies, now you're strengthened it's true Turn your backs on your enemies And let those mother
Shepherd is chased by the wolves Wolves who live by intolerance and hate For what they couldnt understand Blinded and vicious are the beasts Needing and
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Take me into the seas so i can clean off this disease death will complete me It's what I need Take my evil To the skies Take my evil All light dies
Mistaken Identity You really got this one wrong Racially singled out He must have a gun And yet You get Off with No time How can this be the
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This face, and the lips, tremble, as it rips Your blood quickening as heat rushes on [Chorus] Pull, Harder, Strings, Martyr Stop you cry that's a lie