Thy stench dost wrench the ardour from my soul
and make my blood more cold than icy snow...
All this anger
is clawing at my stomach...
Finished with ink stained hands
smearing elusions onto faces...
A crotchety cantina hosts a
Malevolent, fetish night...
My ribs do not protrude to stab you,
yet with every step on the scale...
Cajoling you with all my might
to wake amidst the firelight...
The darkness is creeping
I can feel it seeping...
My lips still sealed holding the last kiss we...
Why do all relations have to come with a ship at...
I'm sorry you see?
There is no one to blame but me...
I have lingered in the shadows of deceit
Where the bonds of love and kindness never meet...
Ash rains down on us
as the world crumbles into nothingness...
I've been through the bad lands
I'm now afraid of man's hands...