Ashes To Scatter - Stampin' Ground

Chant the mantra of a dying world

Slashed wrists of my conscience leaving me free to makre more mistakes

As I fall from hell to hell I look up to see I’ve been conditioned to hate

From my ego I can see the world revolve round me

To the martyrs who suffer, suppressing the lust

Live through me a cheaper version of digust

Chant the mantra of a dying world

I am without purpose, a stained glass window without the sun

Like a shadow, loved and need by no one

Those who restrain desire do so

'cos theirs is weak enough to be restrained

Behind a body liberated lies a mind incarcerated, bound by chains

Choose not to like me but forced to respect me

Others entrust a myth with their faith

A faith in oneself can often be misplaced

All I have is ashes to scatter and little more