brute

Separate the vision from my eyes. I'd rather turn and give my soul to rust Though. To step away from fighting my demise. Rip out the lies until there's nothing left. Roots hold failures. Lies hold fervor, no pride. Crowned, no Masters, no slaves. No banners, no signs. Break my silence, burn the flags. Take to fight and sow my seed. Nothing Remains. Nothing left. Roots hold failures. Lies hold fervor, no pride. Crowned, no masters, no slaves. No banners, no signs. Separate the vision from my eyes. I'd rather turn rust though. To step away from fighting My demise. Rip the lies until there's nothing left. Roots