I Return as Chained and Bound to You

Lament over an empty tomb Scorned by those who gave up too soon Kneel before the empty tomb I am the scourge, I am the open wound Pockmarked fields by open graves My dying dream that no one saves Reminding me of all the ways An endless waste of all my days Lament over an empty tomb Forsaken, I gave up too soon Kneel before the empty tomb I am the scourge, the self-inflicted wound Repеtition clouds my vision, no one listens Sinew strippеd by exhausting subservience Open veins to a perverted reverence As we succumb to our compulsive deviance All the things I'll never see All the things I'll never be All there is that's left for me Is here in this eternity All the things I'll never see All the things I'll never be All my hopes are memory All there is that's left for me is obligation Obligation Obligation Obligation Obligation Obligation Obligation