Cynical Breath

No Sky Is Falling No Church Has Burned No Child Is Drowning Cynical No Wolf Is Howling No War Was Fought No Poles Are Melting Cynical No Sky Is Falling No Church Has Burned No Child Is Drowning Cynical No Wolf Is Howling No War Was Fought No Poles Are Melting Cynical This Is No World To Fill With Chance Slaves Of Our Own Decadence Wrestling Stories Of Innocence We Will Never Escape The World Chance This Is No World To Fill With Chance As Slaves Of Our own Decadence Wrestling Stories Of Innocence We Will Never Escape This World Stance Feel My Cynical Breath Hating All But Myself Feel My Cynical Breath Burning All That Is Left This Is No World To Fill With Chance As Slaves Of Our own Decadence Wrestling Stories Of Innocence We Will Never Escape This World Stance With A Tongue To Set On Fire The Things That You So Treasure In Your World I Hate Your Words I Hate Your Face I Hate What You Stand For Believe And Race I Fear For My Downfall So I Grasp To Kill Your Dreams I'm Afraid To See You Rise So I Enjoy Your Painful Screams I Fear For My Downfall So I Grasp To Kill Your Dreams I'm Afraid To See You Rise So I Enjoy Your Painful Screams I Hate Your Words I Hate Your Face I Hate What You Stand For Believe And Race I Hate The Way I Break You Down I Hate This Cynical Breath I Own