It Must Die

There's nothing to obtain in this empire I built of pain Caged in the migraine All these things won't ever be the same Forced to the ground Out of the way Emptied lungs dreams of violent gasping Reinforcing wounds won't soothe the hurt designed to be endure Now that you can taste the dirt What is this life worth Go Smothered in discontent The only thing I know is the sting will always remain Images stained into the brain Once the hurt turns into disdain You find comfort in the shame The sting will always remain Identify your own Fate has tortured us for far too long Let it do the damage it does From the tip of the tongue to the end of the thumbs Let if fucking empty the lungs All these things won't ever be the same Emptied lungs dreams of violent gasping It must die It must die