Letra de The Uncrowned

Every life you devoured Will haunt you unending The flesh between your teeth The flesh created by your mother Fantasize about forgetting everything Dream of taking steps back They mock your efforts Your shameful hour of regret Their hammers - your deeds No use shutting your eyes Raw picture of reality Your superiority Open game Measure your chances Seek out a hole small enough It will come down to you Like rain slashing your wounds Can you see it now Imagine taking your last breath Arrive to your punishers Your disorder shall be repaid