Why us, this touch, the last touch, this touch, won't break me
Now I, I see you. I'm sorry, I'm not sorry
A word too soft to be spoken
Wrapped in barbed wire
And traveling amongst the charred fields of snow
I have become... wounded
For the souls lost in this display of self righteous ideals
Break me for I'm the one who deserves this pain
The innocent will find
Innocence will find its place in heaven
This pain will not stop
I now dispose of you
I now dispose of you
I now dispose of you
I now dispose of you
And I now dispose of you
One by one their souls will take you over
The pain of thousands, your time has come
To think you have broken us down
You have not (you have not)
The innocent are free now
And you're condemned
Condemned
Condemned
This pain will not stop
I now dispose of you
And I now dispose of you.
And I now dispose of you.
This touch, the last touch, this touch, break me!
Now I, I see the innocence of thousands that passed
You think you have broken us down
You have not (you have not)
You think you have broken us down
You have not (you have not)
Break me for I'm the one who deserves this pain
The innocent will find their way to heaven
To heaven!
One by one their souls will take you over
The pain of thousands, your time has come
To think you have broken us down
You have not (you have not)
To think you have broken us down
You have not (you have not)