Texty:
Demon Hunter World Is A Thorn

of nothing left, dead fragments of youth You hold it in yourself, I feel it too I mourn your blindness I die along And swallow darkness In misery is

? (Thoughts like shadows, swelling through my mind) What have I become? Something else inside Is driving nails into my soul Angels from my door Driving nails into my soul Something else inside Is

you in Seemingly endless, beckoning debt, beckoning debt Vacant and nameless, where is the end? Aching just to endure again sweet loss, sweet loss Abide again to feel, this is

the tomb where you lay is the bed that you made Be still in the pain that you wrote See now, every sear is a choice you make Every choice is a vow you

And this is the line, this is the line All that they build we will break This is the line (This is the line) This is a battle, we are the blade And this

bow to government. Won't trust in a failed system of self-fulfilling lust. Won't love a world where my God is mocked. I defy. Oh, a kiss on the serpent

into the light Let fate devour whole This is your fault You fool of faith untrue That we should face the grave with such a blackened view. Oh, (this pain is

: Born from the fire clean, crawling in the dirt like war 5 years, my mother gave a voice for war. 10, I was dead, born again with eyes for war By 15

fear of nothing left Dead fragments of youth You hold it in yourself I feel it too I mourn your blindness I die along And swallow darkness In misery is