Demon Hunter

(chorus)
Fall into the flood of your awakening
Drown, you're just a trace of what I used to be
Waging the battle for appreciation you'll never win
Behold the army that will harken with open souls
A tiny voice of pester softer than the drop of a pen
And so naive in thinking you were
The source you told
I was composing the beginning before you had begun
Where did you sharpen such a tongue
For the sounds you spill
I want the honour for the favor that I've already won
Without the ignorant deduction
That you reveal
Give me the pain of somethign real
No empty notion, I want to see the pressure rising
Give in a way that I can feel
When you disgrace me I want to see your eyes burn
(chorus)
You wrote the words you couldn't