As We Bleed by Despair

In Disgust

by Despair· from As We Bleed

To turn the tide. Their aim is in sight. Don't call on me for help. Bow down and face your life. Shameless sickness, and you'll never understand. In disgust. Traditions end. You are heartless. Is there value in life? In disgust. Call for end. I can't believe this blood sport turns you on. Your mindless, less than human. You're such a man. Less than human.