I push through the pain to break from my chains
I won’t be bound to hatred in vain
And on the day you’re cut from your feet
You’ll cease to exist, you’re faced with just me

You can’t swallow your hateful taste for it
You don’t know me
My frame will break through your silence
I’ll tear up your psychosphere

Break through silence, heads in the sand
I want the end of your life to come by my hand
Push through the pain shrouding your vision
Remove the stitches from every incision
Push through the pain, cut through the mist
I want the end of your life to come by my fist

S-S-S-Severance!

Dicing with death
I know you’re hearing my breath
You’ve felt my severing hands around the back of your neck
You cut your way through the mist to meet the touch of my fist
The sharpened breaking of peace is pushing right through your chest
I push through the pain to break from my chains
I won’t be bound to hatred in vain
And on the day you’re cut from your feet
You’ll cease to exist
You’re faced with just me
You can’t swallow your hateful taste for it
You don’t know me
My frame will break through your silence
I’ll tear up your psychosphere

(I’ll tear up your psychosphere)
Break through the silence, cut through the mist
Let the end of your life come by my fist

And on the day you’re cut from your feet
You will see no God
Just me

Sever it!

I’ll tear up your psychosphere