When In The Company Of Wolves Testo

Dispair comes in armies of coincidence. The victims caste aside in the endless qualification of life. Our values have been misconstrewed and misplaced. Your words never held true meaning and neither has your existence. Your advancement through our destruction. The opportunity for a profit does not justify your actions, attempts to compromise our worth. The only comfort I recieve has no mouth form which to speak. No ears to listen. No eyes to see the sweet misery of desire. The suffering you incure. As we lie in prisons of our design. My disdain grows as you balace our lives with your wallet. I stand here in defiance, in utter disgust. You can't have me. I won't sell my soul