.​.​.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 see them burn Watch their faces turn When they've never had the chance to bleed