Letra de Ad Mortem - The Famine

To stop a setting sun whose time has come on the day of a lifetime.
A crime you didn't try to emphasize the struggle to get there.

Face it, this is a war that you are losing.
A scarlet letter etched upon your trembling chest.
So scratch your skin to feel alive, an amateur surgery.
Don't pluck the splinter from your eye, the joys of life are gory.

There is a special place in hell for people like you.

A life immortalized by serpent eyes and a beautiful forked tongue.
To beg for some restraint, it sounds the same as the day that we first met.

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Face it, this is a war that you are losing.
A scarlet letter etched upon your trembling chest.
So scratch your skin to feel alive, an amateur surgery.
Don't pluck the splinter from your eye, the joys of life are gory.

Bend back the finger 'til it snaps to splintered bone and crushed veins.
Scream out until both lungs collapse, "All hail the dark new campaign!"

So now, drown it out in holy water, vicodin and dollar bills.
Your dirty hands can thread the needle through your skin, but they can't wash away your guilt.

There is a special place in hell for people like you.