We break away from this death. We bleed into our own sound.
We know the steps that we take. We know what's coming around.
We like to forge our own way. We learn from all your mistakes.
We've got a rope with a noose. You've gota neck that will break.
Now you get it? Now you feel it? We're not waiting, but we're growing.
Growing tired of excuses and natural growth involving
Broken passion and abandoned friends. Who's winning this competition?
No one expects to stay the same forever;
This is what is known as the changing burden.
What is enough to bury the fact that it's gone?
Your love for what we once called ours.
This was forever. How could you leave?
False recognition has clouded your fucking mind,
And now you're not even a shadow of whom you used to be.
Please remember that with sweet reverence the day we sought our vengeance.
To each blind circle of faith that left us without a trace
You made the mold we're breaking, forcing, breathing, and hating.
We brought the gasoline to light a match and strike a chord.
Ignite; embrace this feeling that you meant more than you'll ever know.
Meet us at the gallows. We will bring your rapture.
Burn you at the stake. We've been through thick and thin.
You forgot who you are. You forgot what got you here.
You forgot that you made a difference. You forgot us.
You forgot you made us care, and now you're gone.