This is your dying will
Forced to feed
And over again

Flies to filth, greed, wealth
And we take what they give
Every piece that we can hold

Is it all that we are?
Is this all we seek to be?


Soiled hands will meet us there
Choking the light from our souls


I desire the pain
I desire the weight
And I will face my grave


Draining the life from our veins
Into a curse that we despise

What a sickening way
To spend our lives


I desire the pain
I desire the weight
And I will face my grave

I desire remorse
I desire release
And I will chase this away


Away