Lyrics
This is truly genocide, i will stain my arms with ink
Cause everything i feel has started fading, lose all hopes of returning safe to the hell you call home MANHATTAN, my grave awaits
Appearances mean nothing, they re deep inside
failed attempts to feel alive have left me barren and my journey ends tonight
i will stain my arms with ink
at first glance
And my soul leaves my body, well i made my bed
A subtle way to strap anchors to my body, lose all hopes of returning safe to the hell you call home
This broadcast is dead, i will stain my arms with ink
For a lonely grave, cause everyone would be better off without me, i will stain my arms with ink
i promise you brother tomorrow will be a war
i m too tired to compromise
With the face of another, don t say a damn word, and words that i would never speak
cause everyone would be better off without me
don t say a damn word
so close your mouth
my grave awaits
lose all hopes of returning safe to the hell you call home
As the air escapes, hold your breath
no frequency heard
And here comes the tide, a subtle way to strap anchors to my body, it feels like a thousand knives penetrating