We are all withered away in this suffered position with the choke of the truth the long unseen, the short believed if this is enough I'll distance my hands from heavens touch I cannot believe my eyes are seeing the breach of ours undone because the road to hell has become far to long
March through the darkest light destroy everything in sight to the bane of our being all eyes open the awakening
Decide now if you want in wrong a shallowing grin is sure to become; lies that shift the storm become blankets to man well worn ripe with stench and rot feeling the burst, awaken with pain with all to the wayside now we are destined to be below the freeze
Now that these pages turn there is nothing but regrets gone distant so now that these pages burn it's one more thing that I won't regret