The rain will never dry here
In these fields of solitude
Where the formation of mental objects begin
There is no way to scream these conceptions
And resonate true meaning, until you have felt real pain
So let every single one of my words hurtle on the naive air
Into unsuspecting ears, not prepared or aware of the full meaning
This pain is my influence
Haunted by the actions of my past
Regretfully tracing out those cold winter days
In this time you took something from me
But I will perpetuate this sentiment
With every stitch of my resolution
Always hoping for something better
Never satisfied
Satisfied
We owe you nothing
This is what we’ve made on our own
We shall rise above the highest point you can ever achieve
You may as well give in now
For our war will never stop raging on
And on
Fuck
credits
from Malevolence,
track released May 30, 2010
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