Flatline
by Dawn Of Ashes· from In The Acts Of Violence
Bounded, this hate grows colder
Sorrow eyes, black with murder
Erase the hope for mankind
Damned in your broken lies
Self-reflect - the suffering bastard
Self-reflect - worthless disciple
Self-reflect - you suffering bastard
Self-reflect
Face me - you're nothing to me
You'll see a damaged seed
Face me - you're nothing to me
In this hell, you're just a disease