These are the Paths That We Choose - Harlots

The truths you speak of are weaving webs of deceit

Your words act as poison

These are the paths that we choose, choose or be chosen

These are the paths that we create where we have thrown down our swords to

throw up our lives

Spit them in the face of our enemies the bloodlines show a reoccurring state of

mind that only machines can break through

Where will you find the strength to live on when you know where all roads end

the path

That can be regarded as the path is not the great eternal path

The path that can be regarded as the path is no an ordinary path

The road that can be called the road under our feet is different

These are the paths that we’ve created

Love does not conquer all some wish love would have not laid them in waste

Where understanding can give you the fuel to be beaten again

These are the paths that we’ve created

Those who do not have swords can still die upon their blades

These are the paths that we’ve created

The name that can be named is not the enduring unchanging name

These are the paths that we’ve created

This war is a lost cause your war is a lost cause

Because we are in a state of chaos

We are in a constant state of chaos

Your words act as swords to consume all a lord of lords that thrives on hate

These are the paths that we a rain will fall upon us and cleanse the filth