Vitriol Pain Will Define Their Death
[Verse 1]
A hammer to crash through what it is to be human
Wield it with contempt or have it torn from your arm
We are wolves chewing at the ankles of the world
[Chorus]
A fear that's richer than cream
Hunt those who run
Hurdling into clay hands (I am a weapon)
Prayers broken at the wrists
To provide me a life I can bleed on
[Verse 2]
Liberate it from a future rotten with their breath
Hurl their bodies into rivers
Let their names be forgotten
May no one grieve for their children
Let their loss trumpet silent
I will speak
Let me make a promise to my kin
The torn body of a man is not a tragedy
Pain is their truth and it will define their death
[Chorus]
A fear that's richer than cream
Hunt those who run
Hurdling into clay hands (I am the weapon)
Prayers broken at the wrists
To provide me a life I can feed on
Pain will define their death
Hunt those who run
