Testo di A Form Of Protest

From the inside to the surface I think we cursed it We kill the light with the darkness And we deserve it Sold our souls, they were worthless Now we're remorseless We become death incarnate Falling farther now Sinking deeper down, down, down Should we burn ourselves alive? Should we collapse on the knife? I think that God is broken And she enjoyed it Soak in bleach, and corrupt it Where is the purpose? We are apocalypse We are death incarnate We are apocalypse Falling farther now Sinking deeper down, down, down Should we burn ourselves alive? Should we collapse on the knife? I won't become what I despise Yeah, we should burn ourselves alive The hand that feeds is a servant Were we designed to deserve this? (Death, anger, spite, disease) (Death, anger, spite, disease) Death, anger, spite, disease Death, anger, spite, disease Should we burn ourselves alive? Should we collapse on the knife? I won't become what I despise Yeah, we should burn ourselves alive