Tekster: Senses Fail. Let It Enfold You. Bite To Break Skin.

So let me take this medicine
to quench my love for violent things.
My swan song will
be like a bullet laced in anger
as the razor cuts the soft spot on your heel.

(It's back) It's getting slower.
(This war) It's getting harder
to fight by myself.
(This place) A bitter fashion.
(Ripped out) this shield that I have.
Tears rain from above.

Do you see the life I lead?

So follow me into the sun
and I will bleed the poison dry.

These bayonet scars never seize
to blind the light shed from the beast
and all we do is hate.

(Passion) from constant visions.
(Angels) A round of useless
good has lost its heart.

Do you see the life I lead?

So follow me into the sun
and i will bleed the posion dry.

For you [x2]
(For you!) [x3]

Bite to break skin.
Don't give the secret.
My stoic face,
beating with passion.
The Phoenix will die
inside the firestorm.
I am the son.
Follow my footsteps. [x2]