Feeding the Broken Words of Hope in Vain

Born into this world, a fragile being so becomes
Calloused by harsh reality and bleak circumstance

For the weak
Will perish

For the weak will perish
In this eternal fire
Only leaving hearts made of
Stone and hate

Betrayed
By the words of false prophets

Feeding the broken words of hope in vain
No comfort can be found in the embrace of insincerity

We hold on
By a thread
Of hope

But that thread is nothing but
A false glimmer
We are the calloused and the broken
Baptized in eternal fire
We are the calloused and the broken
Baptized in eternal fire

For the weak
Will perish

For the weak will perish
In this eternal fire
Only leaving hearts made of
Stone and hate

Betrayed
By the words of false prophets