SAVIOR

Tomorrow it will come down, and grace is on the line
All should be razed, Every one of your kind

Oh, you think you are the chosen ones
Does one really know his lambs?

You were born with hope so profound
It’s now buried deep into you, no longer to be found

So! Scream for remorse
But don’t forget that
After regret
Only pain remains

Could this be not like this, The pain inside
Fear shall reign so cast the weak aside

Oh, you think you are the chosen ones?
One has truly lost his lambs

Now, Grace is on the line
All are razed every one of your kind

You are the failure
You are the failure
Think you are the savior
You are the failure