• The broken chains of a useless heart,
    Destroy everything they touch.
    Infection growing, slowly spreading,
    There exists but a single crutch.

    Burn the body, purge the soul,
    Till you're naught but ash as white as snow.
    Or live a life glued to regret,
    Where to hell you'd sooner go.

    A choice be made at the crack of dawn,
    Under the dusty sunrise breath.
    Live the struggle, plague your loves,
    Or die a cowards death.

    Either choice you decide to make,
    Results in a slow decay.
    Either in the ground or in the soul,
    Struggle if you may.

    But the broken chains bind the most,
    Infecting those you love so much.
    Because the broken chains of a useless heart,
    Destroy everything they touch.