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