Desire The Pain

This is your dying will...

Forced to feed, and over again

Flies to filth, greed, wealth

And we take what they give

Every piece that we can hold

Is it all that we are, is it all we seek to be?

Soiled hands will meet us there, choking the light from our souls

I desire the pain

I desire the weight

And I will face my grave

Draining the life from our veins

Into a curse that we despise

What a sickening way

To spend our lives

Soiled hands will meet us there, choking the light from our souls

I desire the pain

I desire the weight

And I will face my grave

I desire remorse

I desire release

And I will chase this away

AWAY I desire the pain

I desire the weight

And I will face my grave

I desire remorse

I desire release

And I will chase this away [X2]