Vision Of Disorder

Locust of the Dead Earth
i've been trying to bring myself away, breaking down the walls of misuse, the abuse the unfortunate temptations there is only death! feeding off of me, these locusts of the dead earth give it to me I swear I'm feigning time i gave it ways, time i let it get by let it slip on through my fingers never asking why, never justified, allegations against me i told you, there is only death in the canyons cut out your infections to the locusts of the dead earth i want you to see what i mean i want you to be where i've been still is stand and fight i will weed out the fake never look over my shoulder to hesitate, deliberate, i won't be your brother! FAKE FUCK! From Letras Mania