Wrists Lyrics

Blood on my road as I march it down
I would smile at every dying life
Through rotting shells of dying trust
With blackened sun, sun that will never rise
Nowewhere to leave the pain
Nowewhere to channel, the nager of the soul
To end this stare of dying eyes
To smite the world in just one fatal blow!

Downwards... to meet our minds of regression!
Downwards... to meet our minds in regression!

The blackened sun where light is gone
Eternal night so vibrant and insane
With open wrist I am going down
The reign of death is preordained
Somewhere... beyond the flesh
Lays the vain
Which flows with all our hate
With destiny as vacant as void
We stare with eyes, eyes that cannot see
This reign of terror

Downwards... to meet our minds of regression!
Downwards... to meet our minds of regression!
Downwards... to meet our minds of regression!
Down, down to wilt away
Downwards... to meet our minds of regression!

Confined within our faith alone in this cage
With icons that'll never grow
Confined within our fate....
Reign of terror!

Downwards... to meet our minds of regression!
Downwards... to meet our minds of regression!
Downwards... to meet our minds of regression!
Down, down to wilt away
Downwards... to meet our minds of regression!