You will not recover from this, this scarification
You live and breathe with no promise of realisation
Realisation is too much witness! Too much to witness!
Grasp at air, likes there's something there
Grasp at air because it's all that's left
Never did I stop reaching out
Never did I stop breathing
I thought you would never come back
This is the break in your bone
This is the wound is which we salt
To put your life on the throne
Never did I think you would be getting out alive
Through a force of you're own
You have struggled through this strife
This is all a lie, you're born into this life
Light is what you seek and black is all you find
Never have I witnessed such hardship among us
Working your fingers to the bone
Just to suffer in your fucking home
Born into servitude, to live by their orders
Born into servitude, you can't erase these memories
I will not come to live by their orders
I will not come live their dream
I need a reason to stay alive
An excuse to stop you from breathing
