I am a pitiless man. Tearing at the seam A lost soul, beaten until my knuckles bleed Like a prisoner with no chance to flee No hope, no pride, no fucking sanity All the blank walls come in closer, is this really how it ends? This suffocating force has drawn me on its doorstep with its grip around my neck. Ive gone away, dissociated, blood now festers Familiar faces drag me to the altar Marked for death By my own Blood and flesh Stripped away of my self worth Layer by layer as I'm conformed No where that I can call home No longer known as the family's heirloom No where that I can call home Spill the lies of your sadistic plans you bitch No longer tied as the family's heirloom .Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
