The path I set out on took a turn

When the axis shifted

This is not the life I envisioned

What's done is done

He returns with blood on his hands

Caught in the trap of meeting

The laws of supply and reprimand



My blood is boiling

I can't feel my own skin

Though I can see it crawling

Can't expose all these sins

But I can see them falling



There's no escape from building tension

The pressure valve has been refitted

A lost plot in constant revision

A rising storm that's never abated

You can't know enough 'til too much

The envelope is decimated

Too far gone now to reverse my course and be subjugated

And my blood keeps boiling



I can't feel my own skin

Though I can see it crawling

Can't expose all these sins

But I can see them falling down



This is a labor of hate

Falling down

This is a labor of hate

Falling down



This is how I choose to survive

The only way I know to exist

The road is hard the cost is high

But I was built for this

But I was built for this

My labor of hate



I can't feel my own skin

Though I can see it crawling

Can't expose all these sins

But I can see them falling down



This is a labor of hate

Falling down

This is a labor of hate

Falling down