Betraying the Martyrs - Black Hole

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Carved up like a tree, carved up like a tree
Nothing left for you to see
Nothing left for you to see
You to see
Stationary fate, life is getting late
Nothing left for you to see
Nothing left for you to see
You to see
Imprisoned and fooled lies the hermit alone
Cursed by the fire thought to be home
Each time I cut off one head
Cut off one head
Two more grow back
Nothing left for you to see
You to see
Can you hear me falling into a black hole?
My screams fading in the void
As I try to break the wind
I shall be reborn
I sold my soul
And the price was never fair
Inhaling your scent
Has left me gasping for air
This isn’t dead
And I’m afraid of who I turned out to be
Now I know these roots have taken hold of me
Unsure of what comes next
Panting on the slopes
Chaos unmatched
As the journey unfolds
This was doomed all along
The river poisoned at the source
I’m sick of cutting heads
And watch them grow to haunt me again
This time I aim for the heart
I shall be reborn
Can you hear me falling into a black hole?
My screams fading in the void
As I try to break the wind
Can you hear me falling into a black hole
My screams fading in the void
As I finally break the wind
I shall be reborn
Carved up like a tree, carved up like a tree
Nothing left for you to see
Nothing left for you to see
You to see
Stationary fate, life is getting late
Nothing left for you to see
Nothing left for you to see
You to see