What's the point of living if you're always looking back? And when you fail? Should have that last revenge You can't escape this hell Haunting whispers of your death are howling through your ears Things won't listen, it's because we're [?] of your worst fears We are the devil of ourselves Nothing left in the mines that built us Brick by brink, we can suck at this tragedy Burn it down until there's nothing left Fuck Brick by brink, we can suck at this tragedy Burn it down until there's nothing left