Nightrage - A Condemned Club


I walk with a surrounding of dust
The reapers following
A condemned club for both weak and poor
I fear my new flesh, ripping and weeping it out

Trying to rise in a cast only I know exists
Abstaining my yesterday, welcome my tomorrow
Let the present lead, hear my inner bleed

My act of foolishness, victimize the perpetual soil
I, I, I, I die alone

Screaming, fighting and tearing my inside
Screaming, fight in me

This is the first trace of a weak show
I know that as I take my first step into this freak show
Lying down on the cold concrete

Surrounded by my own stench
Panic rising, takes me further
This room has never looked
This beautiful before

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