Dethroned from Samsara by The Breathing Process

I gaze into the eyes of a man once exonerated from his future plans

He renders himself unworthy of this tranquility



The venom courses through, he is numb

Thrust your will upon the backs of giants,

In the process you’ve lost reverence.

Lay your kingdom down to rest

You’ll pray for death, I’ll pray there’s nothing left



This is your degradation, all I see is red and exploitation

A core ridden with guilt a heart of darkness,

I hope the scars were worth it



The venom courses through, he is numb

Thrust your will upon the backs of giants,

In the process you’ve lost reverence.

Lay your kingdom down to rest

You’ll pray for death, I’ll pray there’s nothing left


Hold on to what hurts the most, rid yourself of the ghost

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