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lyrics
Raising a white flag of defeat, the virus falls down to its knees
Imprisoned by it own host, paroled by weakness and the cold who’s violent storms blow in a muse. The virus once again consumes. Spreads words of hatred and malign through the host that gave it life.
Bringing silence to its everlasting words
Is this breaking down breaking ground?
Behind these walls, waste away
Foresight no further than past dismay
When will there be a change?
“Leave me alone,” cries the weakened host, the virus stops to take a note
“He has the power to destroy the masterpiece I’ve made of this boy”
“But right now I’ve got the upper hand, I will not let him be a man”
Searching endlessly through everlasting cold
Is this breaking down breaking ground?
Inside alone, spread decay
The light grows dimmer now each passing day
And winter has its way
(The host)
And now I’m the prisoner locked up in shackles of steel
Proven guilty for the hate crimes my own creation commits
Life stands still here at absolute zero, the flat line drones out my name
The cell walls are closing in
Why am I cold? So cold.
Rising from moments of near death, the host no longer powerless.
Armed with insight and a blade, he fights till the virus is slain
Outside the walls, uncertainty
But rays of light shine through where shadows play
The host will forever change.