War of Attrition

Bring it on

In the absence. I will introduce my wrath, my malice

Wicked cancer grows beneath the surface, head to finger

You make me sick, hating on my freedom it doesn't matter

What you say. It eats away...

I am the hunted. I am the atrocity. The only chance my kin survives

I am the hunted. I am the atrocity. The only chance my kin survives

This is a war of attrition

Bring it on. Bring it on. Bring it on

This is a war of Attrition

No...We are the voice of tomorrow

No...to lies and deception

No...to the chokehold of despair

No...It eats away

This is a war of attrition

Bring it on. Bring it on. Bring it on

This is a war of attrition

In the return from disenchantment

This is the one thing on his mind

How has it come to this?

All that is remembered is shame

Cast into the landscape searching for his...retribution

Retribution...the only chance

Blood will spill. Blood will spill

Bow down to your master. Retribution. Retribution

Bring it on. This is a war of attrition...attrition

This is a war of attrition.