Seven

Your blood runs cold
Colder then the fear
I n your eyes
And mine wont look away this time
T he life you led
H as cut through your souls depth
N ow its your hour
Its time to reap what youve sewn
Cower
The lifes you rape are not your own
Its our eyes that blind
Cut out the ones that look away
M y weakness ends
So does the reign of your destrucion
Power
Cut through the weakness
Break the bones
In hands that hold me back
Hour
Its time to reap what youve sewn
Cower
The lifes you rape
Your blood runs cold
Your blood runs cold
Break the bones
In hands that hold me back
Break the bones
That hold me back