I put dots on the jugular Come and stay the night for the toast Wrap your angst serve it on bones of agony For idleness had rot our heart to be free Cut there, my Dear No fair dawn, no eyelids meet For heaven do not wait

Deaf and senseless A cold dead world (A dead end tunnel) Pride for the fairet, devout bores Black painted hearts are everywhere Coated in red, swearing bullets your way They see us, lust labour In december, signed in blood I’ll never coming back

My blood runs cold The world sings in monotonous soundscape Destined to abstain criticising love in all aspects I promise Your satire is drying off Keep your distance from the shadows On letting go, the world won't let it go Was it something? Your eyes, they shivers, they shimmers I promise The memories A decade under the influence A decay series with no end A tainted love I promise

"We'll live forever or die in attempt." Outrun the gun or become a certain kind Wander and wonder if life has a meaning When death arrives a cold voice shall rise Restlessness is haunting me Oh how I long for the warmness of a soul Stains like science, a seething sorrow An aggravation

Laden heart, traded youth Bearing all the naked truths Snivel with frightened teeth Repent in pain underneath Horrid portion dramas That keeps us from our homes That slowly breaks our bones We are all in puzzle In my maternal longing Death is the life itself

Barren, silent and godless Deceased, depraved and deceived Love did tear us apart at the very least Only death is certain

The worst vice is advice We pull the trigger, you roll the dice So what’s our biggest prize? Verse, fame, and beauty are intense indeed But death.. Intenser Death is life’s high meed

What’s the point of it all Everything’s vague I’ll lose my breath to meet my death Life’s not what it seems I’m bound with hatred I’m doomed with rage

Sadness concerning I’m offering you my fear, dear For death is coming near Deprived of love, derived from cheers In the depth of the night I shall bounds to seek the light And claim my tears We are the creation of nothing

I’m the ark in the dark Worn by the wounds The compass is spinning The night is deafening I’d stands between heartbeats With frailty and tiring heat Immensely weary If there’s hell beneath us I’d drown myself and forever laid ‘Cause there might be home