LOATHSOME Lyrics

Deep is the pit of death

That swallows you whole

It wants to steal your might

Conscious, the pit of death

That pulls you underground

Calling you in, calling you in while it's calling you out

Faster we run, from what we've become

Erase the memories, blot out the sun

Wasting away, collect the pain

Bleed out the misery, wash it away

We speak with our weapons and not our mouths

No room for discussion we're taking you out

We speak with our fists and not our tongues

We breathe with revenge pouring out of our lungs

Taking what we've been denied

Using what some would call crime

Torturous deaths we have died

Thousands and thousands of times

Can't put back the spilled sands of time

Deep, is the pit of death

It wants to steal your might

Conscious, the pit of death that pulls you underground

Calling you in... calling you in while it's calling you out

We speak with our fists and not our tongues

This battle was over, before it had begun

Deep is the pit of death

That swallows you whole

Deep is the pit of death

That leads you home