A Condemned Club - Nightrage

I walk with a surrounding of dust

The reapers following

A condemned club for both weak and poor

I tear my new flesh Ripping and wearing it out

Trying to rise in a cast only I know exists

Abstaining my yesterday Welcome my tomorrow

Let the present lead Head my inner bleed

My acts of foolishness Victimize the perpetual soil

I I I I die alone

Screaming fighting and tearing my inside

Screaming fight in me

This is the first trace of a weak show

I know that as I take my first step into this freak

Show Lying down on the cold concrete

Surrounded by my own stench Panic rising

Takes me further This room has never looked this

Beautiful before i i i i die along scraming i take mg first ship into this freak