This is your dying will
Forced to feed, and over again.
Flies to filth, greed, wealth
And we take what they give,
Every piece that we can hold
Is it all that we are?
Is it all we seek to be?

Soiled hands will meet us there
Choking the light from our souls

I desire the pain
I desire the weight
And I will face my grave

Draining the life from our veins
Into a curse that we despise
What a sickening way to spend our lives

Soiled hands will meet us there
Choking the light from our souls

I desire the pain
I desire the weight
And I will face my grave
I desire remorse
I desire release
And I will chase this away

Away

I desire the pain
I desire the weight
And I will face my grave
I desire remorse
I desire release
And I will chase this away
And I will chase this away

I desire the pain