Insult

Look at the shadows of all that you feel

Feel that his mercy could not to be here

Here you can only smile and bleed

Bleed the remains of mud which you keep

Keeping the faith and increasing the stain

Stains and numbers to finish the game

Restarts the game, you're always in chains

Chains that leave you between life and blame

Blame for nothing

Blame for nothing, you're still alive

Alive to float in the meat of existence

No existence and no one to defy

Defy your veins that are used to offense

Offense your God to become a new lord

You are a lord with no home and no tomb

From home to tomb: It's all about your sort

A sort of life that you fought to insult

Blame for nothing

Remorse, regret, you think it's not the time to be ashamed

Blame for nothing, don't try to thrive

Thrive in that route, you know what's the end

The end of the line, a character who died

You are dead, no dust in the frame

No choice!