Demon Hunter Desire The Pain
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 it all that 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
Draining the life from our veins
Into a curse that we despise
What a sickening way
To spend our lives
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
AWAY
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 [X2]
