This is your dying will
Forced to feed... and over again.
Flies to filth, greed, wealth.
And we take what they give
Every piece that we can hold.
Is that all we are?
Is it all we seek to be?
Soiled hands will meet us there.
Choking the light from our souls...
I desire the pain
I desire the weight
And I will face my grave
I desire remorse
I desire release
And I will chase this away...
Draining the life from our veins
Into a curse that we despise!
What a sickening way to spend our lives.
Forced to feed... and over again.
Flies to filth, greed, wealth.
And we take what they give
Every piece that we can hold.
Is that all we are?
Is it all we seek to be?
Soiled hands will meet us there.
Choking the light from our souls...
I desire the pain
I desire the weight
And I will face my grave
I desire remorse
I desire release
And I will chase this away...
Draining the life from our veins
Into a curse that we despise!
What a sickening way to spend our lives.