Waste

Black Tongue-Waste
We are the salt of the earth
In that we salt this earth with our bodies
Conceived as a curse
Condemned as a child of waste
We are born hanged
And we die in peace
Lay our bodies to rest
We do not fear death
Usurp our legacy
Spare us an eternity in hell
We are nothing but a jilted existance
Conscience in a prison of flesh
Forsaken life
Conceived as a curse
Condemned as a child of waste
We are born hanged
And we die in peace
One more second in this life
And we'll break
Hopeless nothingness is all that we face
I can see the light
I can see the point of escape
Bring me the hangman
Let me slip through the gate
No heaven
No forgiveness
Born hanged into a world to witness
I can see the light
I can see the point of escape
We treat death as a long lost friend
He gives us freedom from this world in the end
But strike me down take me instead
For when I was born I was already dead