On Broken Wings Nothing New
So this is it,
What it all amounts to
There isn't anyone who wouldn't step on me to get ahead
Carnivores are gnawing and the pain won't quit its borrowing
I haven't got the stomach to stomach all your vomiting
All we do is trample over Draining spirits
It's in our blood
So this is it,
What it all amounts to,
That there isn't anyone who deserves this world
