All Dead Video (MV)

Always dead inside, once my ego fueled by loss in kind

All these tools at my disposal
All dead withing my grasp
Let my mind take its course and ill let blight take command

Ill kill you just to see you bleed
But in that im striking at my own belief
Beaten, broken ill bind you in pain

The human spirit is a shattered pane of glass. wrapped in soft silk and
Dipped in tears of its own past

All these tools at my disposal
All dead withing my grasp
Let my mind take its course and ill let blight take command

Kill you just to see you bleed
But in that im striking at my own belief
Beaten, broken ill bind you in pain

And i will always be a king without a throne
I remain a door without a lock
And i will always be a king without a throne