A Static Lullaby Charred Fields Of Snow
Wires, Wires break me now
This Touch, last touch, this touch
break me, now i, i see you, im sorry, im not sorry
a word too soft to be spoken
wrapped in barbed wire
im traveling amongst the charred, fields of snow
i have become.. wounded
for the souls lost in this display of self rightous ideals
break me for im the one, the one who deserves this pain
the innocent will find
innocence will find it's place in heaven
this pain will not stop
i now dispose of you
one by one their souls will take you over
the pain of thousands, your time has come
to think you have broken us down
you have not
the innocent are free now
and you're condemned
this touch, last touch, this touch
break me, now i, i see innocence of thousands that passed
you think you have broken us down
you have not
and break me for im the one who diserves this pain
the innocent will find their way to heaven (to heaven)
one by one their souls will take you over
the pain of thousands, your time has come
to think you have broken us down
you have not
