Walking up right, prowling the rest.
Vanity is your name, with only one thing to say
Loving this deeply I've always wanted more.
Kill this beginning.
I want everything you desire to own.
Having what you have will bring to me a moment at peace.
Wishing won't make this better.
My eyes can see everything.
Closed.
You expect from me a side that I shall never show.
More is what I want.
More is what you need.
I have nothing for you here.
Can't take it anymore.
Disappear.
Your here once again with that crazy look to kill.
But murder in blood is not on your mind.
Wanting, needing, something more.
Why? Is that what your here for?
......You have given yourself to this sin.
Frustration, I have no power.
This feeling takes over and keeps hold.
Shaking all my elements.
Sick is what I've become.
The devil has found me.
No where to hide
Selfish is what you are, and trust.
One question with no answer.
Wanting can never be satisfied.
It is only what you make it.
You are my possession.
It's the last straw.
Can't move with this mental grasp.
Fading out.
Not much time.
All choices have been taken.
I no longer own myself.
Reaper calls my name.
Count them all one by two, two by one.
Each is a step closer to my heaven.
And another to your hell.
Let them roll on and on.
Never let it ever end.
You have no choice.
start again.
