Black Hole - Betraying the Martyrs

Carved up like a tree, carved up like a tree

Nothing left for you to see

Nothing left for you to see

You to see

Stationary fate, life is getting late

Nothing left for you to see

Nothing left for you to see

You to see

Imprisoned and fooled lies the hermit alone

Cursed by the fire thought to be home

Each time I cut off one head

Cut off one head

Two more grow back

Nothing left for you to see

You to see

Can you hear me falling into a black hole?

My screams fading in the void

As I try to break the wind

I shall be reborn

I sold my soul

And the price was never fair

Inhaling your scent

Has left me gasping for air

This isn’t dead

And I’m afraid of who I turned out to be

Now I know these roots have taken hold of me

Unsure of what comes next

Panting on the slopes

Chaos unmatched

As the journey unfolds

This was doomed all along

The river poisoned at the source

I’m sick of cutting heads

And watch them grow to haunt me again

This time I aim for the heart

I shall be reborn

Can you hear me falling into a black hole?

My screams fading in the void

As I try to break the wind

Can you hear me falling into a black hole

My screams fading in the void

As I finally break the wind

I shall be reborn

Carved up like a tree, carved up like a tree

Nothing left for you to see

Nothing left for you to see

You to see

Stationary fate, life is getting late

Nothing left for you to see

Nothing left for you to see

You to see