Son of War Lyrics


Crawl and shake

Wide awake

As this begins to mold and shape

A blistered form, a wound agape

A petulant void, humanity's wake

This violent portrait of doomed escape

A vile, useless son of war

Humiliate then beg for more

Each breath means less than ones before

But nothing takes him

Nothing takes him

Find a way

To turn away

Become the day

His world goes grey

A blistered form, a wound agape

A petulant void, humanity's wake

This violent portrait of doomed escape

A vile, useless son of war

Humiliate then beg for more

Each breath means less than ones before

But nothing takes him

Nothing takes him

To a place he's never seen before

Colored splendor fills the air

Mending traumas and the times before

Helplessness cut off all the air

Mark the face

But leave no trace

Of anything loved to ever replace

A constant chase

To no real place

There's no real place

There's no real place

To a place he's never seen before

Colored splendor fills the air

Mending traumas and the times before

Helplessness cut off all the air

And his future

He can't escape his future

They can't escape this future

He can't escape his future

They can't escape this future

Crawl and shake

Wide awake

As this begins to mold and shape

A blistered form, a wound agape

A petulant void, humanity's wake

This violent portrait of doomed escape