Change Is The Price

Bleed on the soil that feeds you
Spit on the one that prays for you
Burn down the house that keeps you save inside

Hear the locust march towards you

This might be the end of all you know
This might be the end of all your sorrow
This might be the end of all we know
This might be the end of all your sorrow

Shed your skin for a new beginning
Get rid of your choler and your scars
Rise from the ashes that was once your life

Hear the locust march towards – you!