The idle hand knows
depths of human filth
The stray hand chokes
While the other wilts
Devine judgment
Carried out
On my head
Caught my self shaking
As the pressure
Caved my chest in
I've found my place
in the rubble
I'm coming down
with no time to spare
And as i take this opportunity
To look past the edge
Buried beneath my skin
My eyes have been peeled open
I want no saving grace
Id rather see you all dressed in black
And What do you think of life
Walking the narrow path
Keeping your footsteps light
I'm afraid I'll get nothing back
credits
from Inflict,
released November 30, 2016
Guest vox: Phillip Amos, of Tomb$tone, Strengthen What Remains
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