Bitter Sweet歌词

Death over life.
A blueprint you have drawn.
Silence over sound.
Your casket awaits six feet deep.
Rage over mercy.
The blood drains from your wrist.
The champion holds his title no more.
Six demons wait patiently for their chance to attack.
You claim that no one's around,
I say look past the gun.
Lift the veil and see all that share their love.
Don't feel that death is the way.
The deaf try to carry a tune while the blind fall on their face, but adversity will never slow them down.
Now look inside, wipe my slate clean.
Stop this tonight.
Value every day as precious and worth while.
Grab your throat.
This body hangs by a knot.
Burn your mask.
God, tear these scales from my eyes.
Pure at heart, this burden haunts me no more.