Waste of Flesh Lyrics

An ounce of pride it suits us all. We come in fear, yet we stand tall. Rash of hate. Incompetence, is what you call proportions. Slaughter the paths in me like your Sunday Morning Killing Spree. Rake the eyes in time that comes, blessed for mery. It looks us wrong. Keep it so, it's all the way we came. Two things left in cold blood. I dreamt of you that night, crosses burning. In the darkness, who called ... it's alright. all my thoughts were to be unseen. Now they sought, now they've always came. Now, I, came to see. Open your eyes and dream, the blessed, the mist that came. Rake the promise, from my veins with no remorse. Come and see the wisdom now. They own your thoughts and dreams somehow. Woke to the sound of bitter cries. Slapped in the face, by the ones that can't fly. And I've done all I can. Open your eyes and dream, the blessed, the mist that came. Rake the promise, from my veins with no remorse. Come and see the wisdom now. They own your thoughts and dreams. Kept it so, it's all the way we came.