War of Attrition

Bring it on

In the absence

I will introduce my wrath

My malice

Wicked cancer grows beneath the surface

Head to finger

You make me sick

Hating on my freedom

It doesn't matter

What you say

It eats away...

I am the hunted

I am the atrocity

The only chance my kin survives

I am the hunted

I am the atrocity

The only chance my kin survives

This is a war of attrition

Bring it on

Bring it on

Bring it on

This is a war of attrition

No...we are the voice of tomorrow

No...to lies and deception

No...to the chokehold of despair

No...it eats away

This is a war of attrition

Bring it on

Bring it on

Bring it on

This is a war of attrition

In the return from disenchantment

There is but one thing on his mind

How has it come to this?

All that is remembered

Cast into the landscape searching for his...retribution

Retribution...the only chance

Blood will spill

Blood will spill

Bow down to your master

Retribution

Retribution

Bring it on

This is a war of attrition...

Attrition

This is a war of attrition