Monochromatic Songtext

I couldn't feel it building up beneath me.

There you were with that look upon your face and that gasp upon your breath.
These hands weren't meant to hurt.
These hands weren't meant to hurt.

This is a testament to loathing all,
of the things that I have said, that I have done, that I have made.
This is a testament to loathing all,
of the things that I have said, that I have done, that I have made.