I am a cancer a wretched disease,
a compulsive worshiper of pain.
The indignation of self righteous kings, and I can never be slain
Failed creations. Open your eyes.
Desolation. Buried alive.
When this Darkness Divides,
Will we open ourselves to the light?
I am the gospel of all broken dreams. Inside all Hope is divorced.
I am the rapture of catastrophe and I can feel no remorse.
Failed creations. Open your eyes.
Desolation. Burn me alive.
When this Darkness Divides,
Will we open ourselves to the light?
When this Darkness Divides,
Will Broken and Hopeless Abandon the light?
And in the depths I discover myself
Incarcerated by pride. Cause it's the weakness we choose to ignore that dominates us inside.
When this Darkness Divides,
Will we open ourselves to the light?
When this Darkness Divides,
Will Broken and Hopeless Abandon the light?
