And doesn't this road lead back nowhere at every turn? Misanthrope Despise those of this flesh Can this torment bring me peace? They flood the margin to feed th...

I want to be the last heart that will set things right To feel no more bitterness forever Lay down my heart Lay down my throat So I can breathe the whispers of ...

Suffocate in this belief, like nails driven through my feet Our throats are set in stone Our feet are cast in lead Drag the sun further and further away The wor...