Weaponized Songtext
von Dissona

If I had to choose
A singular purpose
I would give my whole existence
It′s never quite enough

No more reaching over
To find the familiar
These stolen chances
Shall be retaken
With sharpened intent


So it comes to this excruciation
This cannot be how it all dies
I see another way

If half of the promised life remained
Unscathed by witless neglect
Perhaps one would be spared of the pain
Unfelt by a clouded rotting head

If you would show your weakness
I would by all means share my power
You know this is true