In a world devoid, of emancipation
Like leaves too many question marks
On my conscience, why?
Why look up
The ground is so much more pleasing
And it's where these eyes belong
I renounce,
I renounce myself
What I have become is not
What I wish to be
Break my neck
I've become too accustomed
To hope's
Hope's cruel grasp
Progression or regression
It all ends the same
In a world devoid
Emotionless
In a life such as this
Only death is certain
So why wait
Break my heart
Cut my throat
[4x:]
When everything has ended
What have we accomplished
Slaves by design
Break my neck!
1 | Wild Eyes |
2 | Dark Days |
3 | Carrion |
4 | Sleepwalker |
5 | Romance Is Dead |
6 | Vice Grip |
7 | Idols And Anchors |
8 | Boneyards |
9 | Karma |
10 | Deliver Me |