Dawn Of Ashes - Flat-Line текст песни

Bounded, this hate grows colder.
Sorrow eyes, black with murder.
Erase the hope for mankind.
Damned in your broken lies.
Self reflect – the suffering bastard.
Self reflect – worthless disciple.
Self reflect – you suffering bastard.
Self-reflect.

Chorus:
Face me – you’re nothing to me.
You’ll see a damaged seed.
Face me – you’re nothing to me.
In this hell, you’re just a disease. (REPEAT)