LYRIC

Cast into this rotten body
The stench and ware of your pale eyes
Left to lead down an endless road
I peel the skin from my feet
What I have is no longer yours
Feed my body to the wolves
Here my child, you are nothing
Here my curse, you are free
Feed the flame of touch
Drag me through your grace
Pain is my aimless side
Bleed them dry
The weak
False judgment of lies
Consume upon their flesh
Feed on the scraps of you
Left with your waste
Branded with my hate

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