|
Bring it on |
|
In the absence. |
|
I will introduce my wrath, my malice |
|
Wicked cancer grows beneath the surface, head to finger |
|
You make me sick, hating on my freedom it doesn't matter |
|
What you say. |
|
It eats away... |
|
I am the hunted. |
|
I am the atrocity. |
|
The only chance my kin survives |
|
I am the hunted. |
|
I am the atrocity. |
|
The only chance my kin survives |
|
This is a war of attrition |
|
Bring it on. |
|
Bring it on. |
|
Bring it on |
|
This is a war of |
|
AttritionNo... |
|
We are the voice of tomorrow |
|
No...to lies and deception |
|
No...to the chokehold of despair |
|
No...It eats away |
|
This is a war of attrition |
|
Bring it on. |
|
Bring it on. |
|
Bring it on |
|
This is a war of attrition |
|
In the return from disenchantment |
|
This is the one thing on his mind |
|
How has it come to this? |
|
All that is remembered is shame |
|
Cast into the landscape searching for his...retribution |
|
Retribution...the only chance |
|
Blood will spill. |
|
Blood will spill |
|
Bow down to your master. |
|
Retribution. |
|
Retribution |
|
Bring it on. |
|
This is a war of attrition...attrition |
|
This is a war of attrition. |
