Calloused Hands - Cynical Lyrics

Solace in terror
Wreak the sin you wrought
Placed exactly
Where you belong
Tied between bloody heathens
And the heaven sent
Blessed to be the heaven sent
But lucky to be the bloody heathen
You fucking heretic
You fucking teller
You fucking breather
I'm fucking sick

Under pressure my skull cracks
Under weather I collapse
Remind me where I am at
Might as well be a sad hell

Slow torture guided by pharmacy
Dreading everyday through the pain
I am given
I cry to have hope and faith
But none will listen

Forced to live
Pain is too much taken
Along with too much given
Wrestling thoughts of unplugging
Take me away with the rest who
Have given up

God has his plan I hope me dying
Is on the list
I have faith he did this to show
Hate and disgust for once
United under one comes with hate
And ignorance all in one