Breaking The Broken [The Fragile Art Of Existence 1999]
I saw you, you saw me, you hid your fangs so well I should have known better but it is hard to tell In beauty the evil waiting for poccession Deep inside reflections just a glimpse away
Your faithful servants, they bow to you Together they're breaking the broken We were set free, what is to be? When its all said and done what is left to really say? To be one turn to none now we are just yesterday
You speak in killing words the kind that crush and kill No mercy your pleasure to taste the blood you bled The chase has ended in denial of glory To trap and add to your servant souls