Hours before the dawn when cold winds offered comfort, a darkness hangs in the air a seething for the night. The screams of fallen angels. I've learned
I can't see it but I feel it everyday. I'm watching the fain fall through this broken glass and I'm washing the blood from my hands, washing the blood
Breathe out this failure pain. Breathe in the sorrow of past regret. Unbearable, this is all I know. Breathing never hurt so bad. Tonight, I gave you
These eyes I see don't even remind me of me. I want to put the knife in and make you dirty on the inside. I want to see you crawl on your hands and knees
I'll make you suffer alone And make think it was meant to be I'll rip apart your soul And make think it was meant to be Close, close your eyes
Walking down the hall They said they heard you scream you'd miss me As you're choking in my arms All I want to hear is "I'm sorry" I want to drown
The precious passing of a beautiful face. An inhuman perversion from on mistake. Degeneration. Complete removal of the heart. Adornment of the sickened
Summer fades. Winter's cold hands embrace me. When will this world need me? I've forgotten everything, everything, that's important to me. Right now
Wretched hands and tired eyes. Born in death and reborn in lies. Too long have I watched in silence too long have you haunted my steps. I am bred to
This will make corpses of us all. Old world burns and drives the machine of war. Now close your eyes and picture your last sunset. Sun has failed and
I never thought I'd see an angel without wings I never thought that angel would bury me alive, bury me alive Forgetting your name Forgetting your
The Tunnel Is Dark, All I Could Focus On Was On You, Desperate To For Life, Desperate Here You Call Me (Thanks to Cypress Hill for these lyrics)
With weapons of war in my hands I will become what begs to be forgotten. With weapons of war in my hands burning to purge this faithless nation. These
I am the soul of a nameless machine. I Can only breathe, I can only breed, I can Only bleed. Bleed out over her wishing It was me. It?s a joke played
This is hate and all the passion that goes with it. This is love and all the sickness that I feel because of you, because of you. I crowned you during
This is a curse, a plague upon ourselves. Embracing only ruin. Forgetting everything else. What a tortuous inversion of life. So empty and torn at the
The scars on my arms remind me how I got this way I can taste the stain of your sickness on my lips Of all the stupid things in my life I fell for
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