Burial Ground

I curse this war, I curse this world
When this is all that’s left: fear and breeding envy Trading heart for lies, passion for the glory
Fruit of the poisonous tree, the dawn of our demise
It all comes crashing down, the dawn of your demise

And I see through it all
I draw first blood

I curse this war, I curse this world, I curse this blood
These are the times that try our soul
I curse this war, I curse this world, I curse this blood
These are the times that try our will

I’d rather die than bleed, left naked in your truth
It all comes crashing down, the dawn of our demise

And I see through it all
It breaks my fucking heart

I CURSE – these are the times that try our soul
I CURSE – these are the times that try our will

The higher values you portray, I look and laugh them all away. As clouds are darkening, your decay, I wait my time and watch you break!

I draw first blood! I watch you break down!