Charred Fields of Snow

Why us, this touch, the last touch, this touch, won't break me Now I, I see you. I'm sorry, I'm not sorry A word too soft to be spoken Wrapped in barbed wire And traveling amongst the charred fields of snow I have become... wounded For the souls lost in this display of self righteous ideals Break me for I'm the one who deserves this pain The innocent will find Innocence will find its place in heaven This pain will not stop I now dispose of you I now dispose of you I now dispose of you I now dispose of you And I now dispose of you One by one their souls will take you over The pain of thousands, your time has come To think you have broken us down You have not (you have not) The innocent are free now And you're condemned Condemned Condemned This pain will not stop I now dispose of you And I now dispose of you. And I now dispose of you. This touch, the last touch, this touch, break me! Now I, I see the innocence of thousands that passed You think you have broken us down You have not (you have not) You think you have broken us down You have not (you have not) Break me for I'm the one who deserves this pain The innocent will find their way to heaven To heaven! One by one their souls will take you over The pain of thousands, your time has come To think you have broken us down You have not (you have not) To think you have broken us down You have not (you have not)