To All Things Expendable

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