Songtext von Son Of War

Crawl and shake Wide awake As this begins to mold and shape A blistered form, a wound agape A petulant void, humanity's wake This violent portrait of doomed escape A vile, useless son of war Humiliate then beg for more Each breath means less than ones before But nothing takes him Nothing takes him Find a way To turn away Become the day His world goes grey A blistered form, a wound agape A petulant void, humanity's wake This violent portrait of doomed escape A vile, useless son of war Humiliate then beg for more Each breath means less than ones before But nothing takes him Nothing takes him To a place he's never seen before Colored splendor fills the air Mending traumas and the times before Helplessness cut off all the air Mark the face But leave no trace Of anything loved to ever replace A constant chase To no real place There's no real place There's no real place To a place he's never seen before Colored splendor fills the air Mending traumas and the times before Helplessness cut off all the air And his future He can't escape his future They can't escape this future He can't escape his future They can't escape this future Crawl and shake Wide awake As this begins to mold and shape A blistered form, a wound agape A petulant void, humanity's wake This violent portrait of doomed escape