I Clutch to hope for my judgment
To show apathy while a piece of me devours my whole

Save for me my tragedy
Blood and bone tranquility

For our sake my heart is yours to break
This fallacy of what I think is me
Is only relished by my self pity my desire to die
But

Celebrate the cease of decay
lay down your hammer and nails
Take the spear and self impale

My breath, Your pain
Your Death, My gain

Tear these confines from me
take my worth and let it speak
Ignite the fire the damned will seek

Come and feel my broken hands
Listen to my soul whail in suffering
see my mind wrought with dismay
my body aches as I kill my conscience

What awaits me as i die inside?
Can i survive my bleeding will?
Who is winning the war of the Mind?
Now what is left to kill?

We are suffocating
Brought on by our hating
Weve got no more soul to give
Weve heard the truth
Our minds are stolen
We die without a fight

In the dark we die
Smothered by our crimes
We will burn and fry
With these empty lives

Your stare is blank
A

Words are bleeding from the slit in my throat
Myself heeding to my inner revolt
Take my failures and bash in my head
My self worth is only Measured when i'm dead

Dine with ones with split toungs
Side with who won with bigger guns
Cross your heart and hope to die
Sol

Construct these walls with insrtaments of abandonment
The blind eye use to fortify
With our rejection spread the mortor, With our pride lay the brick
Comfort comes at a high cost, The souls lost

It's the goodbye faith
It's our farewell song

Our symphony of release is

My eyes have seen the fools that plagerize their lives
hey fake their death with hollow breath, scream into the night
the lost they stay untried facing incineration
we've traded blood for cash in our hypocritical nation

so we're made to suffer fools
to die for those we neve

Terror with bold lack of descretion
Free the murderer, murder the free
Life through tragidy miserey undone

Blessed death is cast to those whose eyes can see through the cloud of lies
The tears of yesterday, the fallen years are nothing more than memories
Blood paid the righ