Sick transgression
a twisted obsessions...

The statements you make, '
leave me with my bewailing state of mind...

This rusted blade
holds the stories of the decisions I've made...

When we were little i used to think the world of...
we used to laugh and play under the sky oh so...

A busted face, bruised ribs
I tried to survive but succumbed to the pain of...

A storm never noted
(in my eyes...

God sent something to take the world off it's...
something that will kill, and eat the meat...

Bodies left scattered
lives are now shattered...

I want to lie soo much I think love is true,
that my world actually fu(king means somthing...

I am nothing but a lesser man
Shall i repose...

Hate me for breathing
Hate my heart for bleeding...

How drunk do you have to be
to tell me you love me...