A Static Lullaby - Charred Fields Of Snow

Wires, wires break me now

this touch, last touch, this touch

break me, now i, i see you, im sorry, im not sorry

a word too soft to be spoken

wrapped in barbed wire

im traveling amongst the charred, fields of snow

i have become.. wounded

for the souls lost in this display of self rightous ideals

break me for im the one, the one who deserves this pain

the innocent will find

innocence will find it's place in heaven

this pain will not stop

i now dispose of you

one by one their souls will take you over

the pain of thousands, your time has come

to think you have broken us down

you have not

the innocent are free now

and you're condemned



this touch, last touch, this touch

break me, now i, i see the innocence of thousands that passed

you think you have broken us down

you have not

and break me for im the one who diserves this pain

the innocent will find their way to heaven to heaven

one by one their souls will take you over

the pain of thousands, your time has come

to think you have broken us down

you have not.