Из альбома: The Graveblankets
You look at me like your son
Chip away
Fracture the souls of our young
Chip Away
Sculpting minds for your end
Slow and sure those minds will bend
Chip away
You view destruction as an art
Chip away
Not content with your own heart
Chip away
Helping others there's always a catch
When your own bias is as good as a fact
Chip awaySome people wonder and some stay aloof
But power corrupts and you're the living proof
Chip away
Chip away