Lyrics Embarrassment Legacy - The Red Chord

Embarrassment Legacy

In a dark room, rows of text.
Alien to the outside world
Fear of contact by steel will.
Embarrassment revealed
Hunger for a sterile feast.
My needs are scorned
By insect blood I am born
Twist of fate, dealt a hand of improbability.
Reborn
Temple of elemental evil awakens a need in my soul
Forced to crumble in my true form
As the need begins to control.
Mental hunger sated but not for long
Legacy of triumph collapse
Of all the things that have disgraced me you’re the one that hurt the most
Traded like cards, treated like garbage
Traded like coins, treated like garbage
I’ll define what’s left
Forgotten, disgraced, worthless
Your life and dreams are no match for reality
Life’s work forgotten.
My life’s work is forgotten