I push through the pain to break from my chains

I won’t be bound to hatred in vain

And on the day you’re cut from your feet you’ll cease to exist, you’re faced with just me


You can’t swallow your hateful taste for it

You don’t know me

My frame will break through your silence

I’ll tear up your psychosphere


Break through silence, heads in the sand

I want the end of your life to come by my hand

Push through the pain shrouding your vision

Remove the stitches from every incision

Push through the pain, cut through the mist
I want the end of your life to come by my fist

Severance!


Dicing with death, I know you’re hearing my breath

You’ve felt my severing hands around the back of your neck

You cut your way through the mist to meet the touch of my fist

The sharpened breaking of peace is pushing right through your chest


I push through the pain to break from my chains

I won’t be bound to hatred in vain

And on the day you’re cut from your feet

You’ll cease to exist, you’re faced with just me


You can’t swallow your hateful taste for it

You don’t know me
My frame will break through your silence

I’ll tear up your psychosphere


Break through the silence, cut through the mist

Let the end of your life come by my fist


And on the day you’re cut from your feet

You will see no God…

Just me


Sever it!



I’ll tear up your psychosphere