Remains

Breach my wall
You must pray by my wall
Breach my wall
You must breathe on my wall

Sons of indenture
Chained to earth
Held in the anger
A want to hurt
All my heroes
All that remain

What remains
One more pill to feel that

Schism being
Every hole for incontent
To avoid this tragedy
I void the will
Perhaps if we had lived the gold passion of the graves
But hell the scourge

What remains
One more pill to feel that