Woorden: Trivium. Ascendancy. A Gunshot To The Head Of Trepidation.

You starve your children on neglet
Then feed their bellies with fear
Concussion bat to the brain
Witness to a battered mother
Your abuse will end right here
No longer will your family fear
A gunshot to head of trepidation
My promise if you ever lay a finger
Just look at the scars you make
Your terror makes your kids break
A broken home just as you were raised
With fist raised up to your children
This battle is on all
You've made beautiful
Now hateful
You wretched life wrecker
Abuser
Now suffer
Open fire
On the desire of the man
Open fire
With strife we'll strike down the hand
(Open fire, build the pyre)
If I can't make you see the damage you've made
(Open fire, build the pyre)
I'll make you wish you'd never been alive