Disfavour

Fighting for your life before it's over

There's nothing more to give now you're at the end

Fall into despair when you did nothing

Begin the slow regret of wasted time

I waited for you here

You never showed

I'll make you take this hurt ever worse

We'll take you, we'll break you, but know the blood is on your hands

Disfigured, disfavoured, you're going out on your own terms

Dying to the world, they all reject you

There's nothing left to give, now we must descend

Feel the open wounds never to heal

This life settles the debt unless you try

Why do they turn their backs? Why do they sneer?

We will face them as one: this means war

We'll take you, we'll break you, but know the blood is on your hands

Disfigured, disfavoured, you're going out on your own terms

We'll take you, we'll break you, but know the blood is on your hands

Disfigured, disfavoured, you're going out on your own terms

We'll take you, we'll break you, but know the blood is on your hands

Disfigured, disfavoured, you're going out on your own terms