Silent Scythe To Each His Own
Battered - Torn
Apathetic scorn
Tattered - Worn
Wishing I was stillborn
Broken nails scratch the face
Until it bleeds the pain
Breathing fear into the lungs
Until I need the strain
Confiscating, generating
All the things you're forsaking
Escalating, Elevating
All the things I'm hating
No redemption
Hatered has grown
I seek no pardon
From this day: No mercy shown
In the end: To each his own
Ruptured - Crossed
Emotion's holocaust
Future - Lost
No matter the cost
Nervous hands touch the skin
Refraining from the cold
Left without, dead within
Detain a broken soul
Confiscating, generating
All the things you're forsaking
Escalating, Elevating
All the things I'm hating
No redemption
Hatered has grown
I seek no pardon
From this day: No mercy shown
In the end: To each his own
You... cannot kill what's already dead
When judgement comes: To each his own
No redemption
Hatered has grown
I seek no pardon
From this day: No mercy shown
In the end: To each his own
"In birth souls have no equal
Inside good versus evil
In life they're deceitful
Lost amongst the people
In death there is no sequal
In death we're all equal"
