Martyr Ad - Into Stone

Nesting a seed of hate in my bones
This a sacrament
Telling me to hide away
Never again will they have
Strip the life out of their eyes
A gift of torture
Telling me there is no way
Out of this fucked up world
No way out of this dying world
I dream of silence
A place where only sadness lives
A tongueless existence
This muted life I give to you
Another tragic hero
That bastard child here is me
Rejected from the womb
This chance to live was my chance to breathe
My Chance to breathe