Ignore Their Remorse - Of Feather And Bone

Chained down by death

Hanging by my own rope

Release my scorn upon all your beliefs

Caress and mourn

My blasphemy awaits

Wretched I’ve emerged

Decomposed and condemned to life

Blistering wounds that cover my hands holding tightly to you

Absence

I’m free from your grasp

Let me rot, to help me disappear

Embrace your death

Absence

I’m free from your thoughts

Let me rot, to help you disappear

Tomorrow I will be free

No one to save me

Keep your endless thoughts for me

My end is here