Attrition from Preacher by Septicell

To find a purpose higher
Than the human raw
A man denied his virtue
Met through his own fall
A rage so strong
to fuel a heart that's bound in chain
And a sorrowed mind that whispers
"Am I lost again?"

Attrition
As I justify my end
As I watch the end begin
Perdition
My forever, my expense
The wage of my offense
Never to ascend

A wearied spirit
Left to wander it's own void
To find a reason
It's still left bereft of choice
A man who's rendered useless
By his tortured mind
As he screams into the wasteland
"Is this all there is to find?"

Attrition
As I justify my end
As I watch the end begin
Perdition
My forever, my expense
The wage of my offense
Never to ascend

• Aggrotech
• Christian
• Electronic
• Industrial
• Preacher
• Septicell
• Sermon
• Albuquerque