Lament over an empty tomb
Scorned by those who gave up too soon
Kneel before the empty tomb
I am the scourge, I am the open wound

Pockmarked fields by open graves
My dying dream that no one saves
Reminding me of all the ways
An endless waste of all my days

Lament over an empty tomb
Forsaken, I gave up too soon
Kneel before the empty tomb
I am the scourge, the self-inflicted wound

Repеtition clouds my vision, no one listens

Sinew strippеd by exhausting subservience
Open veins to a perverted reverence
As we succumb to our compulsive deviance

All the things I'll never see
All the things I'll never be
All there is that's left for me
Is here in this eternity
All the things I'll never see
All the things I'll never be
All my hopes are memory
All there is that's left for me is obligation
Obligation
Obligation
Obligation
Obligation
Obligation
Obligation