Wilt away in sour wine.
Build life without a line.
Tear apart or rip in shreds.
This is time to bow thy heads.
Pray to God who is not there.
Hear no answer, breath despair.
Life was not meant to be sweet.
Thus, we thrive in pain and defeat.
Not to be found, not to be heard.
Stand in silence and speak no word.
Riches and fame are not to be found.
They're not in a book with leather to bound.
Blood on black roses around thy head.
Heart stops, face drops, we all are dead.
