A Static Lullaby

Wires, Wires break me now
This Touch, last touch, this touch
break me, now i, i see you, im sorry, im not sorry
a word too soft to be spoken
wrapped in barbed wire
im traveling amongst the charred, fields of snow
i have become.. wounded
for the souls lost in this display of self rightous ideals
break me for im the one, the one who deserves this pain
the innocent will find
innocence will find it's place in heaven
this pain will not stop
i now dispose of you
one by one their souls will take you over
the pain of thousands, your time has come
to think you have broken us down