Lyrics To All Things Expendable - My Bitter End

To All Things Expendable

And in the beating filth that festers.
A crowning life.
The blocks us in our
path
One step too many, in the wrong direction.
This night will mark
The.
Coming of.
Train yourselves in example of everything, start something
worth while, futile
Leave enemies swallowing.
Futile, worth while
May our constant lust be a cover up, for the lack there of
Of equality.
And it won’t stay.
Not it won’t stay.
Not it won’t
Song of recovery, knowing.
Wasting the time on the fall out
Let’s stop the chains of a soul who needs company too
No longer with the risks be something we will evolve.
Let the tyrant bare in
our mouths
Slurring again, to me, let this wallow.
Swallow down, sorrow recovering love
Swallowing up right where we left it off.
Sorrow picks up where we left
Arm the night, arm the night, arm the night, and in these final days
Arm the night.
So we can stop