Infiltrator

(альбом: Exit Wounds - 2014)

As I exit this downward spiral and drag all my flaws out into the light
It is always the same old story, these sick twisted patterns to dampen my spite

Will I ever be able to conquer the facts of my own defeat?
Will I ever be able to justify my strife?
Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will!
If it is to be, I know it is all up to me!

Another day, another way to defile and soil my own existence
Rejection, reflection the only way to my absolution

Will I ever be able to conquer the facts of my own defeat?
Will I ever be able to justify my strife?
Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will!
If it is to be, I know it is all up to me!

The infiltrator is already in, carving away at my skin

As neither heaven or hell will take me
I will walk this world alone... then, now and forever!

Will I ever be able to conquer the facts of my own defeat?
Will I ever be able to justify my strife?
Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will!
If it is to be, I know it is all up to me!

The infiltrator is already in, carving away at my skin