Feast Of Burden — Dark Tranquility

scars torn open bondage slave eating my wrists

a thrust that numbs the pain secondary now the instinct thrust beyond control chaotic are the tracks before me barren are the ones behind carried in a cage controlling

driven on, driven in taken to the extreme headlong onto the breach

pumping fast, the race is on furious in striving the feast of burden begins the enslaving force thrown ahead unrelenting faithfully holding fast

steaming ahead unknowing careless again it seems oblivious to the pressure the feast of burden begins