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 hear
Bring it to your lips and experience the sulfur infect everything that we've created. Don't twist this around. Don't attempt to justify what we know is
Whatever happened to the integrity Found within a family? I return your glare And my bones are chilled With some sort of sickening Recipe of fear and
Dear tomorrow, Find some sensibility. Respond to emotion. Dear politician, Define sagacity. One after another, nobody stands behind the ones they have
The concept of fashion is the one to blame: painting the portrait of conviction-less existence. well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous. claiming
[Intro:] We are outnumbered... The virus has completely devastated over 150 of the world?s major regions and is spreading rapidly. At this point in
Science has become a child's game. There is no solution to bring away this plague. .... No remedies have been discovered. The cure is a shotgun, the
Whatever happened to the integrity found within a family? I return your glare, and my bones are chilled with some sort of sickening recipe of fear and
Confidence blurred by arrogance. And the self-worship continues. Who is an artist? You can't decide for yourself. Straight lines, I see straight lines
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
I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm, Just along the outskirts of a small city. Like most that have made it this far, I live off of
Bring it to your lips and experience The sulfur infect everything that we've created. Don't twist this around. Don't attempt to justify what we know is
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
I would like to burn this down. I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise. Watch it rise as it is wrath himself. Watch
What would it take? For things to be quiet, quiet like the snow. I know this isn't much, but I know, I could, I could be better. I dont think I deserve
With contamination comes fever: the disease is at its worst. Teeth missing, beyond repair, fragile flesh falling away. With fever, with virus comes the
I mean this, I'm not sure if you could say the same. Week after week after week Idolatry is wasted reverence, idolatry is the yellow on your teeth. Gasp
Gave all my trust to you You shattered it with my hope It seems as if your selfishness Has brought you down again You'll find what I found Hard to