I'm plagued by your likeness
Hexed with your name and face
I've been shaped out from these scars
Product of your unforgetful mistakes
Pent up aggression
Violent perceptions
The weakness within the shade of your eye
Defined my roots but diluted my sight
When it's all buried what will remain?
When you're back to mud what will I gain?
Hear the resolution of toxic repentance
A sermon from a blackened soul
Feel the infection of futile redemption
Sicker as the maggots grow
See behind the eyes of stunned kings
Will you rise and burn as Broken Things
For your desolation my soul sings
When dust clears we're all just Broken Things
Behind the eyes of stunned kings we are Broken Things
For your desolation my soul sings
When dust clears we're all just Broken Things
Where the f*ck is your spine?!
Are you out of your mind?
Now there's nowhere to hide!
I have risen above
Now as I grow older I never been this right before
I'm being shaped out of questioning
Not knowing the answers for the simple questions
I Don't need your pain
I won't share your shame
I'll make my own way
And tell you this once again, now
I Don't need your pain
I won't share your shame
I'll make my own way!
Because it's what would you do?
What would you say?
It's our mind against my rite
No one was there
Your weak mind
Weak soul
Weak life
Unfold
And I preserve your pointless life
It's not a blessing in disguise
And I preserve your lashed memories
But you're nothing but Broken Things
Behind the eyes of stunned dead kings
For your desolation my soul sings
We are nothing but Broken Things
You are nothing but Broken Things
We are nothing but Broken Things