Fawkes - Monasteries

so let me go

it was never meant to be

i could scream until my lungs collapse

but would you ever hear me

i cant seem to reason with death

only thing im fuelled by is your fear

and now the ascendancy is all i have left

close my eyes and take a final breath

ive got nothing left

nothing left

inside the depths of my mind,

im fuelled by your fear

How does it feel

to be the last one left in this

how does it feel

to have only yourself to blame

and how does it feel

to have lost at your own game

how does it feel

to be buried your own shame

hell is not a place you go

its that burden you’ve carried all along

deep seated cold

harbouring hate

contorted death

despotic rage

deep seated cold

harbouring hate

contorted death

despotic rage

never be the same