Burn Your World - Crowbar

Your fear

Your weakened shallowed emptiness

All that is beckoning me For years

IЉіe seen your lack of everything

Pushing me far beyond you

To hold

In my hands all IЉЈl ever need

Turning the gears in my head

The sweating

IЉЈl have to deal with it now

The Strength

IЉіe always known that I possess

Scratching and tearing at me The pain

In knowing all youЉіe ever done

Turns into dust at my feet

Your end

The churning hallowed nothingness

Driving you into your grave

The sweating and bleeding

The growing and feeding

On all that is beckoning me