Rise From Ruins from Plague God

For what it's worth Dying from birth What is my worth? My time here on earth Does it hurt enough? To be looked down upon You like it rough To be put down On the ground Lash out For the love Of the wound A tear A thorn To never be born Of what once was lost Never enough To serve the host Play the last post The hem of life The wound, the knife Lower your eyes Sever the ties Chastise the self Unseen Confined The leather belt Heartfelt Sever the ties From ruins you'll rise Sever all ties From ruins you will rise