Lingering Death (Melancholia II) - Coldburn, Chris

Pain is the reason that keeps us alive

It’s a lingering death, violators on the rise

The world will never adjust, it’s a lie

Without a bloody hell there can’t be a clear sky

It all continues with a death by a thousand cuts

A slowly driven end, the fires died out by floods

There’s a circle of torture which cannot be stopped

The hangmen will reign while our feelings are numbed

While violence is a premise for peace

We’ll keep pushing the anger, let damnation increase

Justice is in need of the hammer

The rage won’t hear the words you’ll stammer

The reason we bleed is the blood we seed

Keep following illusions, not knowing where they lead

But facing the facts lets you wish you were dead

We can’t stand the horror, living the fools paradise instead

Pain is real and we cannot hide

Brace your fears for the harsh ride

All the closed eyes, the reapers hands

Are the fears of getting hurt by ourselfes

If storys are dead pictures the future is black

When i’m done with my time here

I’m sure I won’t come back