The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
The Haunted
As I exit this downward spiral and drag all my flaws out into the light
It is always the same old story, these sick twisted patterns to dampen my spite
Will I ever be able to conquer the facts of my own defeat?
Will I ever be able to justify my strife?
Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will!
If it is to be, I know it is all up to me!
Another day, another way to defile and soil my own existence
Rejection, reflection the only way to my absolution
Will I ever be able to conquer the facts of my own defeat?
Will I ever be able to justify my strife?
Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will!
If it is to be, I know it is all up to me!
The infiltrator is already in, carving away at my skin
As neither heaven or hell will take me
I will walk this world alone, then, now and forever!
Will I ever be able to conquer the facts of my own defeat?
Will I ever be able to justify my strife?
Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will!
If it is to be, I know it is all up to me!
The infiltrator is already in, carving away at my skin