Long ago, a crumbling whole of me was split in
two. Spat forth into darkness and light, like the
Birth from the womb. I live like this in stillborn
life. I shed my skin and blood and vein, still i
couldn't find my way home again. So climb inside
and rot here for a while. Outside I can hear this
dying world screaming. Displaced from my earthly
home, like the corpse from the tomb. So climb
inside and rot here for a while. This pain I own,
A gift in return for a taking, a wounding, a
breaking. This is our childhood's end. Can't
remember when it all began. I want to burn the
masters and the slaves and those who pray that
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/FGLI'll repent and be like them. A gift in return for
a taking, a wounding, a breaking. This is our
childhood's end. Can't remember when it all began.
I want to burn the masters and the slaves and
those who pray that i'll repent and be like them.
I'm in exile. I'm in exile. Eternally bleeding,
but not broken. The price I pay for vision, I'm
not broken. After all, what can one see with blind
open eyes. I'm in exile. Eaten the dirt from my
own grave. Chosen to be a certain slave. Now in
this way I die. Yet I am more alive. Yet I am more
alive, I'm in exile.