Loners

Transcend the darkness Descending into the depths of our raw emotional flow Is the first notion to hate this abrasive world I'm trying to find my way home To stop the pressure don't multiply the pain My manic state is oppressive by the nature of my hatred towards you On and on I've become a believer of the loners And I'll gravitate to those with imaginations waiting to fray this wasteland with rage Now they'll shed their lies while we turn internal voices on to move on as one We make waves within the brain of degradation Is the motivation not to cut their throats? Cut their throats Cut them Distance yourself from every one of us So fed-up that we'll force you to beg at our feet while we're fiending to cut their throats Cut their throats Cut them I'm trying to find my way home To stop the pressure don't multiply the pain My manic state is oppressive by the nature of my hatred towards you I'm trying to find my way home To stop the pressure don't multiply the pain My manic state is oppressive by the nature of my hatred towards you Fuck it all Let's force-feed a blade to the fakers, acquainting their brains Make a game of their faces and place their whole race in their graves Just to set them ablaze Transcend the darkness Descending into the depths of our raw emotional flow No one knows of our somber road We're on our own