Throes Of Perdition — Trivium

Blind-folded and gagged, stood waiting With the whole world my firing squad At the edge of the world I'm faced out Staring the sun right in the eye

Vultures circle above, Hyenas mocking the kill, Excrement drooling down their chins Atop the cliffs I look down, Into the starving hell-mouth The rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth

Their mouth's salivate Fantasizing my gruesome ending, This world looks down upon A man who can stand on his own two feet

As they're feeding their guns: "ready, aim" They say I'll live, if I die for their cause Living under the rule Of fellow Cro-Magnon fool They fear who leads and will kill to stay still

Their mouth's salivate Fantasizing my gruesome ending, This world looks down upon A man who can stand on his own two feet

Without eating from their claws

Life feels like Hell should This Hell's so cold Pull another knife out, Stick it with rest of them When my back is full, Turn me around to face it

Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies As we melt, drowning inside Their bloodied eyes Hope is ravaged, running from lacerations Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die

Die

Life feels like Hell should This Hell's so cold Pull another knife out, Stick it with rest of them When my back is full Turn me around to face it

Sob so heavily, we choke, Then we die