...and Grief

exiled from this place and leave without a trace embodying the tombstone, illusive words carves the epitaph In the world of breeding torment, will i be the chosen? aid me relief, from the forsaken enveloped in pain and grief i commend, my spirit for the taking imploring, cure me of heart aching In the world of breeding torment, will i be the chosen? to seem them burn watch their faces turn when they've never had the chance to bleed