Wasteland

"I feel my breathing slow down

Living like a ghost town stuck inside of these four walls

A place inside my head I couldn’t put to bed. I could feel the vengeance in me crawl

Do you think you’ll make it out alive but I’ll show you all the strife that has built up in

me

Built-up in me i’m here to take a stand for everything that I am I will take it in my hands

It’s coming down coming down and there’s nowhere to run

Bruised and bloody, but you haven’t put me down yet I walk on broken glass straight

through the wasteland all of your treachery. It’s never going to see the death of death is a

part of me.

You think you see the reason for the things I’m feeling, but the truth is far away. But it’s a

cycle you don’t understand falling right into my hands and then I won’t waste another

day.

you think you’ll make it out a lot but I’ll show you all the strife that is built up in me. I’m

here to take a stand for everything that I am. The blood is on your hands.

Bruised and bloody, but you haven’t put me down yet I walk on broken glass straight

through the wasteland all of your treachery. It’s never going to see the death of death is a

part of me. It’s part of everything I am from the violence left, and the burdens that carry

me all of your treachery. It’s never gonna see the death of anything left. Death is a part of

me.

Death descending war within me cutting through you, like a knife, death descending war

within me I will show you all my strife.

Bruised and bloody, but you haven’t put me down yet I walk on broken glass straight

through the wasteland all of your treachery. It’s never going to see the death of death is a

part of me. It’s part of everything I am from the violence left, and the burdens that carry

me all of your treachery. It’s never gonna see the death of anything left. Death is a part of

me."