Conquered Discretion Lyrics by Numbered with the Transgressors
There is very little to sooth the soul
Very little to comfort the rage
Days blend together
And ruin the pallet
Spitting hate onto a canvas of black
The cold calls me again
Beckoning me into arms of despair
The savage nature of a fractured mind
Cast into a world of the lifeless
Few follow here
Dwelling in tyranny over my mind’s eye
Unearthing my regrets
Preparing oneself for an unstable tomorrow
And a sheltеr denied
Collapsing under еach day
Refined in the torment
A calloused soul against a deceitful world
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Numbered with the Transgressors Lyrics – Conquered Discretion