| Well I’ve been, looking for redemption
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| What was gold now is lost to the wolves
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| As the choler inside swells like locusts swarm
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| With all that I’ve been given, the more I’ve taken
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| Put me out of my misery
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| Dig a hole and throw me in the ground
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| With little faith in a God or humanity I’m lost
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| Sometimes I think to myself
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| «You should burn mother fucker, burn!»
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| There’s no truth in resting on laurels
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| Or the blindfold of crooked ideals and morals
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| On and on till the end
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| The serpents in my head
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| Will show themselves through the whites of my eyes
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| If all is lost again will I repeat or repent?
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| Or will I realize the devil’s in disguise?!
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| I’ll fucking self-destruct!
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| Fuck
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| Well I’ve been bitten by temptation
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| Body of rust and a cynical soul
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| I can’t seem to fend off all the vermin
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| I feel the devil he’s calling
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| He’s gnawing his way through the walls
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| Is this the bitter end to a lost cause, in his jaws!
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| Or a chance to reignite?
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| On and on till the end
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| The serpents in my head
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| Will show themselves through the whites of my eyes
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| If all is lost again will I repeat or repent?
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| Or will I realize the devil’s in disguise?!
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| I’ll fucking self-destruct!
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| Fuck
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| Doubt has dragged me down to rock bottom this time
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| Despite the weight on my shoulders, I continue to climb
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| In my final hours towards a higher power to find I’m damaged by design
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| I can’t believe it was so difficult to see
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| That all along my only enemy was me
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| I should burn, burn!
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| I feel the devil he’s calling
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| He’s gnawing his way through the walls
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| Is this the bitter end to a lost cause, in his jaws!
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| Or a chance to reignite? |