(Bite to break skin, Don't give the secret, My stoic face, Beaten with passion The phoenix will die Inside the fire storm I am the son So follow my footsteps.)
So let me take this medicine To quench my love for violent things My swan song will Be like a bullet laced in anger As the razor cuts a soft spot On your heel.
(Each breath) is getting slower (This war) is getting harder To fight by myself (Sick waves) of bitter fashion, (Ripped down) the shield that I have Tears rain from above.
Do you see? The life I lead?
So follow me into the sun, And I will bleed, the poisons dry.
These bayonet scars never cease To blind the light shed from the beast And all we do is hate.
(Eyes shot) from constant visions. (Angels) are rendered useless Good has lost it's heart.
(Bite to break skin, Don't give the secret, My stoic face, Beaten with passion The phoenix will die Inside the fire storm I am the son So follow my footsteps)
Do you see? The life I lead?
So follow me into the sun, And I will bleed, the poisons dry.