Woorden: Winds Of Plague. One Body Too Many.

Burn me out of your mind.
This is a place I cannot be anymore every inch of ground is paved with lies.
Your only concern is for yourself.
No mercy no remorse for the inccent.
You're the bearer of a dozen faces and every last one is destined to be broken now drop to your knees and lose the last of your pride.
Your only concern is for yourself.
You have crossed me once.
Next time you?re done.
Next time you will learn the hard way not to toil with a mind that?s lost all hope.
Broken bonds and envies ties.
My only chanced is to turn iside.
Everyday the colors fade to black and white.
I see the world through cold eyes.
Every inch of ground is paved with lies.
Every emotion is dead.
All faith is perished.
No mercy no remorse for the incent.