Throes Of Remission

Hellbent on the final word
 A death stare to prove your stance
 Content means nothing more than to rot and crawl in your own filth
 Concern has come and gone
 Just casualties remain
 Go perish on your cross and bleed this change for all its worth
 Hollow
 You bleed the stench
 The constant throes of our remission
 The final act of my contrition
 This war for the ages has only begun to fall
 Possess few loyalties
 A passionless unrest
 Obsessed with the fallacies
 The parasitic ignorance
 It's over and over in time
 A war for the ages has only begun
 The final act of my contrition
 This war for the ages has only begun to fall
 Through the cursed throes of our remission
 Look How far we've come to surrender it all
 This War for the Ages has only begun
 This War has only begun to fall