Bring it on   In the absence. I will introduce my wrath, my malice   Wicked cancer grows beneath the surface, head to finger   You make me sick, hating on my freedom it doesn't matter   What you say. It eats away...   I am the hunted. I am the atrocity. The only chance my kin survives   I am the hunted. I am the atrocity. The only chance my kin survives   This is a war of attrition   Bring it on. Bring it on. Bring it on   This is a war of Attrition   No...We are the voice of tomorrow   No...to lies and deception   No...to the chokehold of despair   No...It eats away   This is a war of attrition   Bring it on. Bring it on. Bring it on   This is a war of attrition   In the return from disenchantment   This is the one thing on his mind   How has it come to this?   All that is remembered is shame   Cast into the landscape searching for his...retribution   Retribution...the only chance   Blood will spill. Blood will spill   Bow down to your master. Retribution. Retribution   Bring it on. This is a war of attrition...attrition   This is a war of attrition.