Paroles de Self Help Specialist Ends Own Life

The sound, bleak pulse No love, no solace Until the young wolves Take it back Declare your worth Against oppressive hands We’re calling out against The forked tongue The only cure for this bleeding heart Bleed the right cause State your efforts It’s a commitment To burn it all down Burn No god is a shackle worth saving This is the deicide of dogma No god is a shackle worth saving This is the deicide of dogma