How I die,
And this is not
A promise.
This is
From the broken and beaten.
I will rise
Into the darkness.
Blood running deep into the tiles.
There is no
Salvation.
I will find
Bodies broken and beaten in the streets.
For all of the
Pain and suffering is naught
To see the truth.
But you have to look backwards from what’s presented
To see the truth.
Pain and suffering is naught.
For all of the
Bodies broken and beaten in the streets,
I will find
Salvation.
There is no
Blood running deep into the tiles.
Into the darkness
I will rise
From the broken and beaten.
This is
A promise,
And this is not
How I die.
And this is not
A promise.
This is
From the broken and beaten.
I will rise
Into the darkness.
Blood running deep into the tiles.
There is no
Salvation.
I will find
Bodies broken and beaten in the streets.
For all of the
Pain and suffering is naught
To see the truth.
But you have to look backwards from what’s presented
To see the truth.
Pain and suffering is naught.
For all of the
Bodies broken and beaten in the streets,
I will find
Salvation.
There is no
Blood running deep into the tiles.
Into the darkness
I will rise
From the broken and beaten.
This is
A promise,
And this is not
How I die.