October

Death Grip around your neck Beaten, abused, fractured Pain echoes from the silence of your bones What is your plan with these cursed hands Is it the stain of our sin rotting in our corpse The lust in our eyes that beats us blind The poison in our veins that eats from the inside Soul thirsting for relief Beaten, abused, fractured Pain echoes from the silence of your bones Malice strikes at the core of our weakness Is this a product of what is desired Do I stay or do I go Do I stay or do I go Will it hurt or will it heal Malice strikes at the core of our weakness Is this a product of what is desired Will it hurt or will it heal Will it hurt or will it heal Plagued by the selfishness of my flesh Let me go so you can be free Back into my abyss I must go To save your life I was your foe Now that you're free You can be what you were called to be Rise from the grave For now you are new Goodbye my friend I will miss you Rise from the grave For now you are new Goodbye my friend I will miss you