Flat-Line - Dawn of Ashes

Bounded, this hate grows colder

Sorrow eyes, black with murder

Erase the hope for mankind

Damned in your broken lies

Self reflect

The suffering bastard

Self reflect

Worthless disciple

Self reflect

You suffering bastard

Self reflect

Face me

You’re nothing to me

You’ll see a damaged seed

Face me

You’re nothing to me

In this hell, you’re just a disease