It Must Die

There's nothing to obtain in this empire I built of pain
Caged in the migraine
All these things won't ever be the same
Forced to the ground
Out of the way
Emptied lungs dreams of violent gasping

Reinforcing wounds won't soothe the hurt designed to be endure
Now that you can taste the dirt
What is this life worth
Go

Smothered in discontent
The only thing I know is the sting will always remain
Images stained into the brain
Once the hurt turns into disdain
You find comfort in the shame

The sting will always remain

Identify your own
Fate has tortured us for far too long

Let it do the damage it does
From the tip of the tongue to the end of the thumbs
Let if fucking empty the lungs
All these things won't ever be the same
Emptied lungs dreams of violent gasping

It must die
It must die