This is the faith complex Where all it takes is another step so we can then step again it's not all about the numbers This is the faith complex try not
I wish to turn around and return (to her warmth and laughter), but this calling is strong, and denial is impossible. No measure of weight can justify
Keep this on your mind. Keep it within your eyelids We have ascended countless stairs Perhaps it has interrupted our thoughts Regret is an inception
Here lies my pride don't come back Here lies my pride just die Don't come back Mass chaos is our weopon of mass unification Tied are you by he scarlet
Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful. We're burying earth in earth. White hands, soft hands: carefully. This makes no sense. What's that sound I
too strong to compromise Don't be ashamed of your faith Dear Lord - deliver me from hypocrisy and surcease the scarlet desire He wears a slick jacket
Be Gone with you, you articles of nothingness. i don't know what i have to do to prove myself. this audience is stern. grey is what has risen from the
(Instrumental)
Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach. Plagues enclose. Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets. In this moment
Good evening, miss. All I ever do is wish things were different. This envy is destroying me, and it is obvious. I'm looking to put a bullet into the tile
i've done, i'm ashamed. On this raised platform I compose the memoir of unworthiness. Drunken with the spirits of Godlessness. Spirits of doom. Devil
Now that it's here, it's too late. the whole wide world, is fearing the wrong things. falling down a cold staircase. and persistently i darken my
(feat. Cole Wallace of Gwen Stacy) [Jeremy:] Excuse me stranger, what are you embracing? [Cole Wallace:] The roots of the ground live in blood as we
You were nothing but an obstacle in my pathway. tripping me with my own trust without your hood of falsification. your beuty is found to be nothing.
This cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride. black blood dotting our warmth. ending our contentment. this place is a contorted altar