midnight, we kill
we slaughter the tongue of revolution
to our graves, we are marked by the stain of lust
how many times can i trust in you, my beloved friend?
because every time i trust, i lose
so i believe in nothing, nothing
because of you, i still believe in nothing
because of you, i still believe in nothing
i'll always know my place in this world
no longer fit in your fucking world anymore
your lust ruins everything
like a growing target on my back, i feel the knives are chasing
see my eyes are no longer blind
see my eyes are no longer blind
there is a purpose in life today
destroying you every step of the way
from this point on - no more friends
i know my role in this world
don't fit in your fucking world
this once meant everything to me
now another forgotten effigy
because only scars remain
broken bones form a hope that's been left grey
i die every time i hear your fucking name
been left grey
been left grey
and there is a purpose in life today
rise to your feet, as we march to our graves
fight back
there is a purpose in life today
rise to your feet, as we march to our graves
i can still feel your thoughts ripping me apart, tearing me apart
ripping you apart tearing us apart