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