Nails Over Duct Tape

This is the noise of the system
Taking back what's grown so distant now
Slice my eyes and cut my fingers
this is me ecaping from myself

You shoulda? You woulda? Done!
Choose your path now!

You chant the voice of silence
Now weild an empty tomb
I beckon the prayers for me
Betray your wound

Bestowed through power that all men shall fear
Waging this war has become part of me
Bestowed through power that all men shall fear
Waging this war has become all I see

Withered into soul dissection
Tearing at my heart's reflection
Cast your fears unto the winter
For this I would gladly give my life

You shoulda? You woulda? Done!
Choose your path now!

You point your fingers in hate
Your stillborn dreams are a lie
This life is a breath on a mirror
So you can choke on your pride

Choose your path now!
Waging this war has become part of me!
Waging this war has become part of me!