Lyrics

As I exit this downward spiral and drag all my flaws out into the light It is always the same old story, these sick twisted patterns to dampen my spite Will I ever be able to conquer the facts of my own defeat? Will I ever be able to justify my strife? Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will! If it is to be, I know it is all up to me! Another day, another way to defile and soil my own existence Rejection, reflection the only way to my absolution Will I ever be able to conquer the facts of my own defeat? Will I ever be able to justify my strife? Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will! If it is to be, I know it is all up to me! The infiltrator is already in, carving away at my skin As neither heaven or hell will take me I will walk this world alone, then, now and forever! Will I ever be able to conquer the facts of my own defeat? Will I ever be able to justify my strife? Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will! If it is to be, I know it is all up to me! The infiltrator is already in, carving away at my skin