I push through the pain to break from my chains I won't be bound to hatred in vain And on the day you're cut from your feet You'll cease to exist, you're faced with just me You can't swallow your hateful taste for it You don't know me My frame will break through your silence I'll tear up your psychosphere Break through silence, heads in the sand I want the end of your life to come by my hand Push through the pain shrouding your vision Remove the stitches from every incision Push through the pain, cut through the mist I want the end of your life to come by my fist S-s-s-severance Dicing with death I know you're hearing my breath You've felt my severing hands around the back of your neck You cut your way through the mist to meet the touch of my fist The sharpened breaking of peace is pushing right through your chest I push through the pain to break from my chains I won't be bound to hatred in vain And on the day you're cut from your feet You'll cease to exist You're faced with just me You can't swallow your hateful taste for it You don't know me My frame will break through your silence I'll tear up your psychosphere (I'll tear up your psychosphere) Break through the silence, cut through the mist Let the end of your life come by my fist And on the day you're cut from your feet You will see no God Just me Sever it! I'll tear up your psychosphere