Traitors
Dead Nerves
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? [2x]

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