Trivium - Pull Harder On The Strings Of Your Martyr
It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings
Clawing the skin each kill your weakness
Annihilation your masturbation- tyrant, I'll burn you down
My hands grip your throat I need your end
Burned, staked, ripped apart- I avenge
For every life you have taken
I am here to repay You ask me oh God why
'Cause I'm God that's f**king why
Trivium - Departure
This weight is so unbearable caving my lungs
All my life seems to be flashing in front of my eyes
Run away from all the pain of life