Nothing New - On Broken Wings

So this is it, what it all amounts to

There isn’t anyone who wouldn’t step on me to get ahead

Carnivores are gnawing and the pain won’t quit it’s borrowing

I haven’t got the stomach to stomach all your vomiting

All we do is trample over

Draining spirits

It’s in our blood

So this is it, what it all amounts to, that there isn’t anyone who deserves

this world