Ashes To Scatter
CHANT THE MANTRA OF A DYING WORLD
SLASHED WRISTS OF MY CONSCIENCE
LEAVING ME FREE TO MAKRE MORE MISTAKES
AS I FALL FROM HELL TO HELL I LOOK UP TO SEE
I'VE BEEN CONDITIONED TO HATE
FROM MY EGO I CAN SEE THE WORLD REVOLVE ROUND ME
TO THE MARTYRS WHO SUFFER, SUPPRESSING THE LUST
LIVE THROUGH ME A CHEAPER VERSION OF DIGUST
CHANT THE MANTRA OF A DYING WORLD
I AM WITHOUT PURPOSE,
A STAINED GLASS WINDOW WITHOUT THE SUN
LIKE A SHADOW, LOVED AND NEED BY NO ONE
THOSE WHO RESTRAIN DESIRE DO SO
'COS THEIRS IS WEAK ENOUGH TO BE RESTRAINED
BEHIND A BODY LIBERATED LIES A MIND INCARCERATED,
BOUND BY CHAINS
CHOOSE NOT TO LIKE ME BUT FORCED TO RESPECT ME
OTHERS ENTRUST A MYTH WITH THEIR FAITH
A FAITH IN ONESELF CAN OFTEN BE MISPLACED
ALL I HAVE IS ASHES TO SCATTER AND LITTLE MORE
