Tekster: Hour Of The Wolf. Waste Makes Waste. Feeling Cheated.

Beaten, I had to leave it. Burnt out in defeat. Run down feeling cheated. It beats until you're bodies breaking. As it tears you limb by limb. Like a knife stabbing in your back, again and again and again and again. Beaten, I had to leave it. Washed up feeling used. Stressed out and mistreated. As the bridges come caving in on every path I've crossed, yeah I find comfort in knowing there's no return. One by one the bridges that I burn, lead me from the way that things once were, with no return. Beaten, I had to leave it. Yeah beaten, you can't making no living in dying