To All Things Expendable - My Bitter End

To All Things Expendable - My Bitter End
And in the beating filth that festers
A crowning life The blocks us in our path
One step too many in the wrong direction
This night will mark
The Coming of
Train yourselves in example of everything
Start something worth while futile
Leave enemies swallowing Futile worth while
May our constant lust be a cover up
For the lack there of
Of equality And it won't stay
Not it won't stay Not it won't
Song of recovery knowing
Wasting the time on the fall out
Let's stop the chains of a soul
Who needs company too
No longer with the risks be something
We will evolve Let the tyrant bare in our mouths
Slurring again to me let this wallow
Swallow down sorrow recovering love
Swallowing up right where we left it off
Sorrow picks up where we left
Arm the night arm the night arm the night