A Common Demon - Traitors

We are the lesser

Instead of venting our hatred it snowballs and festers

I wish I was dreaming, but you can always see him

So we just laugh off the inexplicable

Thoughts that were created by our demon

We are the blame for all this pressure

There’s so much pressure

We are the lesser

The smallest of things are the largest of stresses

I did not choose to come here

And if I had the choice I’d finally be at rest

Hail my head

Full of waste

The lords forsaken me

Hail my head

Full of waste

The lords forsaken me

We have a common demon, so rotten to the taste

His stench brings a skull full of grief

Give us this day, our daily dread, and forgive our existence

So many times forsaken, so many times he’s strayed

We have a common demon and it’s kept our gods away