War of Attrition

Bring it on In the absence. I will introduce my wrath, my malice Wicked cancer grows beneath the surface, head to finger You make me sick, hating on my freedom it doesn't matter What you say. It eats away... I am the hunted. I am the atrocity. The only chance my kin survives I am the hunted. I am the atrocity. The only chance my kin survives This is a war of attrition Bring it on. Bring it on. Bring it on This is a war of Attrition No...We are the voice of tomorrow No...to lies and deception No...to the chokehold of despair No...It eats away This is a war of attrition Bring it on. Bring it on. Bring it on This is a war of attrition In the return from disenchantment This is the one thing on his mind How has it come to this? All that is remembered is shame Cast into the landscape searching for his...retribution Retribution...the only chance Blood will spill. Blood will spill Bow down to your master. Retribution. Retribution Bring it on. This is a war of attrition...attrition This is a war of attrition. --- War of Attrition - God Forbid