Dead Nerves - Traitors

Here lies a broken man

Dead & beaten from his own hands

The wounds internal, self inflicted

Without his consent shapeless men have shifted

Through my eyes, & through my psyche, my head is heavy through the night

Here lies a broken man

Dead & beaten from his own hands

The wounds internal, self inflicted

Without his consent shapeless men have shifted

So how does it feel?

To pull the hammer back

Do you hear a gun crack

Or does it all just turn to black?

Death is on both sides of me

I’m just another faithless being

These men have come for nobody but me

I’m only one step closer to insanity