cybersteel8

I am Stricken. I hear Voices and feel Fear as I Run like a Criminal. My Prayer for The Game to Just Stop goes into The Night unheard. The Infection is turning me into The Animal, no; Never Again, I will become Indestructible Inside the Fire, inside Hell. I will not be Haunted when I Remember the Asylum, for I am Guarded by the Sons of Plunder in this Land of Confusion. We will Deify the Serpentine. We will Liberate Ten Thousand Fists. For I Believe we are all Disturbed

And when it's cold out I will wait for her And I will roam out To the edges of the earth And when it feels just like the rain Has soaked through my bones None of this will matter None of this will save you from yourself [chorus] This life It's bringing on the death of me Swear that I can barely see That I'm the one to blame This life I swear to God it's killin' me Seems some times I can't believe That I'm the one to blame And when it's cold out In the sleet and snow I will hold out 'Til the answers all unfold And when it feels just like the rain You will see through it all None of this will matter