The art of suffering
Use consume
All I had left
Set me free

With nothing left
All is yours
I'm left with no defense
Take it back

My wounds won't heal
Minds at war
All I hear is kill
Blood stained hands

Loss of faith
I search for you
I'm no slave
I'll give you endless pain

Violence takes the place of love
Love was never an option
I pray but things are getting worse
I've been given something I don't deserve