From the eyes of the tormented
we veiw ourselves
our failures bright
our achevments dim
and in light of the pain
our faces are grim
From the eyes of the tormented
the pain we cause
causes us thris as much
and the love we gave
is lost and as such
our faces are grim
From the eyes of the tormented
gods wonderful gifts
ourselves don't deserve
worthy we are not
of the place God has reserved
our faces are grim
We walk upon the road of desilation and sorrow
upon which our foot steps fall upon deaf ears
and we wonder how we will face tommorow
we wonder how we will face our peers
And upon the wings of our words
rides a hammer wrought of pain
which strikes at the hearts of our love ones
who's screaming will drive us insaine
We are the tormented