Year Of Our Lord - Seasons Of Suffocation текст песни

Slipping, tearing, these scars were never meant to heal.
Plunging back and forth,
I'd rather watched this all burn down.
Forged in flesh, read like a book on how to hate, and hate,.
We kill from the inside out in seasons of suffocation.
Calvary of consequence aligned by a sacred vow.
Live today and die for denial,
we kill from the inside out.
Our monospaced lives and algorithmic suffering leave us crawling onward