Uncreated Waste کے بول

Glaring red My eyes stained with the color of your gaze Cover me in scarlet disdain In a room full of knives caving in In a room full of knives caving in Held by your betrayed I release my grip What’s deserved at best delayed Impunity by grace Victims less than half your age How could you shield their rage? Pierced by the blade of decision Through the stomach, you twisted and pulled Like a knife down the spine you drag them along till you’rе dead and cold Rot from the face I hopе your impenitence kills you from the inside For every soul neglected I hope your cancer grows I hope your cancer grows (grows)