Song | Wartorn |
Artist | Assuck |
Album | Misery Index |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
These are the debit souls. | |
Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall. | |
They play servant to lines in the sane. | |
They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come. | |
Wartorn is the unborn, the undead martyr. | |
The life long crucifixion. |