Himsa - Exhale lyrics

rate me

Focus on dead color

New found glory made blasphemy

Force fed till we're blue in the face

Father in vain

Keep watchful eye on we The "young and useless"

For our blood boils with rage

(Expressed in violent cries of mutiny)

Overkill All is lost Angel, angel Down we will go

Stepping stones and split wrists

A revolving door of opportunity

Vital for our survival

Hold your breath

Anchored to all that is sacred and holy

And it makes me fucking sick

To see how well behaved

You all can be

Kill the worth, kill all feeling

A facade to conquer and sell your fear

Kill the heart

An unconcious death is the fate and fall

Of all living mortals

Because we are doomed

The faith won't set you free