So this is loneliness. I've grown too fond of this. Now i thirst for loveliness, to drink its beauty. i'll never fill my cup if i can't seem to free my
The sweltering heat sweeps through the blood, raising internal rage. The escalation of annoyance converts fingers to fists. Ready to smash the moral wall
Your feminine fingers are like daggers. Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke. My scars unravel cruel history. Our love was stab wounds and lusty
Victim of anger tied to distance. Where does it come from? Distrust I've stood strong held my head high through constant war. So brutal so violent. So
Instrumental
Awaken ruinous fiend of early generations. Your rotting corpse is restored. Straighten your limbs brush off the dust withered bandages restrain you no
Please cut this noose. Untie these hands for me. They will insurrect my former self. Hide behind your failed design. Perfect its imperfections. I'll carry
When the bite of the steel catches your face, give it all your flesh to strip away. Revealing all the scars you hide inside. Your inner quarrels, your
Every time your lips spill their poisonous words, they infect the ones you claimed to have cared for. We are gored by your serrated ways. We shed our
to dust. An attempt so frivolous to save your life. Watch you hit the sanguine ground like autumn leaves. With each nail driven you drift away. This somber burial
The secret's out this is the last time. Cast overboard, dragged out to sea. All premonitions drowned today in the murky waters flowing from wounds. But
Victim of anger tied to distance Where does it come from? Distrust I've stood strong, held my head high through constant war So brutal, so violent
So I'll keep searching For a place called home I'll rip my roots from this earth Into the unknown Is it for the dreams I chased Or the ones I caught This
When I return I dream of another life Failure transparent in the palm of my hand I am the contortionist We are the contortionists I can feel this distance
I have been to the edge before, at the end of the world But there is nothing for me so I guess I'll just turn around I will follow my footsteps back home
This is my promise to write to you So for you my every word Is the sinking feeling here in my chest I am so far from home but the further away we are
Who we are I'll never know But when we spoke I knew you well You knew me well You loved me through and through I never thought I would watch you leave
Oh, so f***ing cold. The winds, the drifts of winter, bonechilling nightfall. Early evening sundowns make nights seem more like Borealis dreams. My roots
