Crowbar Burn Your World
Your fear
Your weakened shallowed emptiness
All that is beckoning me
For years
I抳e seen your lack of everything
Pushing me far beyond you
To hold
In my hands all I抣l ever need
Turning the gears in my head
The sweating
I抣l have to deal with it now
The Strength
I抳e always known that I possess
Scratching and tearing at me
The pain
In knowing all you抳e ever done
Turns into dust at my feet
Your end
The churning hallowed nothingness
Driving you into your grave
The sweating and bleeding
The growing and feeding
On all that is beckoning me
