I will not bear the watch while the animated sadness releasesnA cyanide touch for usnSo utterly devastating its measure glidesnThe breath that is born of behemoth sizenUnveiled exhumed when everything twists into formnFor you to see all in a perilous mournnWith long relentless devotionnThe grant of these open wounds and this heartless ripnThe drains are waiting for the loss of your bloodnEnter all simple solutionsnThe center of this wastelandnSo barren and bleak, so feeble and weaknWith a quick flash of ice in your chestnLike falling into a mine field, face firstnIs this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devoutnIs this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this ropenI will not let this subsidenFor the still beating heart that is buried insidenThe depths of old to the births of warnThe weak will beg, swaggering in decentnThe weak will beg, of instant revelationsnThe weak will beg, in risk to repentnThe weak will beg, for death again and again and againnThe shattered screams of a people unfulfillednWith the sight and with the soundnThe reign of steel, their blood unboundnIs this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devoutnIs this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this ropenI will not let this subsidenFor the still beating heart that is buried insidenThe depths of old to the births of warnThe weak will beg, swaggering in decentnThe weak will beg, of instant revelationsnThe weak will beg, in risk to repentnThe weak will beg, for death again and again and againnThe weak will beg, swaggering in decentnThe weak will beg, of instant revelationsnThe weak will beg, in risk to repentnThe weak will beg, for death again and again and again and again and again and again