The blood thirsty, born on the wind. Hellbent, outside looking in. Voices that carry on nightly. Don't ask, just go in now blindly. . I'm bloodshot, thrown away goods.
Reaping the wind through this mortal shell. In the wake of destruction this will not fail. Walking with shadows defined by my suffering. Feeding the spirit through divine intervention.
Pleading your case while taking the eternal high ground. . [Incomprehensible]. Havoc on the airwaves I'm listening. Don't see any daylight glistening.
This abomination. Won't see the end of days. Sit throne of lies, torn. By the voice on high. . Death was only a dream. Not devastating disaster. The rights of passage.
Is there a promised land. Or am I on the journey going to nowhere?. Are the streets paved with gold. Or am I slipping on the mold. That slowly grows there?.
What the fuck do you want from me?. It's so damn plain to see that you're not grateful. Silence takes courage. No scars, no truth but the wounds tell the story.