Bleeding Through

you are the fucking disease. another day, another memory. but i have fucking failed. i turned another lie into the work of a saint. so where is the cure? hundreds of souls with the look of horror on their face. now i rise from my knees. i will not li

Prepare your weapons to destroy their culture Impair the process of their beating hearts Avoid humanities glamor We are the damned, worshiping the notion of an empty sky We are the starving millions, begging for immunity from this disease We are the

just a papercut to spill your blood. just a papercut to spill your blood. i hear screams come out the window. maybe next time your caress won't feel like rusted nails. i am the son of rejection. so hold me to the light. tell me it's right to feel dea