This Is A War

you said, then they bled internally

and you'll stomp whatever's in your way

they'll hang their heads in shame

but oh no, not you

you made damn sure those prayers weren't heard

you shouted them down
you made damn sure that angels never came

you tore off their wings

twisted, pure hell incarnate

here to crush the will to live

you're a sickness that knows not love

you'll sink with that weight around your neck

if you ever swallow your pride,

I'm worried it might choke you