BURIAL GROUND

I curse this war, I curse this world When this is all that’s left: fear and breeding envy Trading heart for lies, passion for the glory Fruit of the poisonous tree, the dawn of our demise It all comes crashing down, the dawn of your demise And I see through it all I draw first blood I curse this war, I curse this world, I curse this blood These are the times that try our soul I curse this war, I curse this world, I curse this blood These are the times that try our will I’d rather die than bleed, left naked in your truth It all comes crashing down, the dawn of our demise And I see through it all It breaks my fucking heart I CURSE – these are the times that try our soul I CURSE – these are the times that try our will The higher values you portray, I look and laugh them all away. As clouds are darkening, your decay, I wait my time and watch you break! I draw first blood! I watch you break down!