I Hate It When You Go - Bjrn Kleinhenz

Burn me alive This place is dead to me A breeding ground of tragedy My enemies at my arms length A dark past right at my heels This place is the death of me Wit

We＇ve seen your moral fabric Come apart at the seams We＇ve seen your faceless children Sleeping with unanswered dreams We＇ve seen the aftermath Of wars fought in t

Nesting a seed of hate in my bones This a sacrament Telling me to hide away Never again will they have Strip the life out of their eyes A gift of torture Tellin