Sonic combustion taken away
and hurt like this, so...

Fill it up
fill it up...

Wish i could say this
without flying to...

The cult,
the incest...

The happy one
talking to the skies...

Painless,
priceless...

Now you've got a space,
to compromise...

I could just slip,
back to the rumor...

Confiscate dreams of truth,
secret denier...

Make a flower,
for me...

Ringing distant memories,
subside...

\"The walls taunted with enclosure, held...
Each blood stained wall remained, and for the days...