Broken teath, a shattered jaw. Ten to one, behold my God. Wicked sons of heaven's loss. Raise your own inverted cross. King's of earth, iron fist. Serve the sacred you dismissed.
I'll be the one last breath before this death. I'll be the final glimpse of truth when there's none left. And if I shame your face, degrade your faith.
Every single time I feel the burn I try to throw it away.. A fast fix for the brokenness of everyday.. Its like the pain is building up, it's swelling up,.