Текст песни Empty Hands

You can't be spared from hell's routine Beneath my feet into the ground In life, you wallow with indifference In death, you shall not make a sound Downward they fall in the ash Breathe it in till it blackens their lungs The curse, the marks they adorn May it all get worse until your dying day You will return with empty hands if you return at all Can't carry all you've stolen from me Got taken in vain, so may the torment never stop Our ill-fated dreams Open doors to nowhere that I haven't been In the scene The gnashing of my teeth The fiddling of insanity Now what's become of you Is lurking under me Sulk in sorrow Now you're losing sleep May the reaper greet you suddenly All the eyes are harrowing Look away, look the fuck away You're losing me The terror's on repeat You'd die to never be Forgotten You can't be spared from hell's routine Beneath my feet into the ground In life, you wallow with indifference In death, you shall not make a sound Empty hands Breathe Can't take it with you