Mindrage - Sown in Weakness lyrics

Crawling you come to this place

flat on your face

Weakened to dust by the process of life

Pleading and groaning to live by your own means

You'd Kill, Kill, Kill for the chance to quench

Put out the death (x4)

A world content with pain

Its just a violence game

Crowd around and feed the flame

Choking out the life inside you

Rising smoke from hate

Burning need to uncreate

Crippled beggar on the throne of your life

Prostrate you come to this place

Demanding your praise

This idol of cantradiction

Lifting your head and your hands

To subject to the Lie lest you die

Give whats left to the Christ

He paid the debt (x3)

Put out the death