Spiraling into divinity
He bloodstains on the carpet...

All i ever planned on was happy
the only thing i wanted to to was take your breath...

A sound that rips your soul to shreds
and puts it back together all wrong...

The basic faceless backstage mob hides
behind intimate antiquities of masked martyrs...

Copy and pasted statements have no grounds
when they're coming from your blistered lips...

Last patient: female, age 18.
diagnosed 3 years ago...

In what way would you want to be immortalized...
By being exploded into tiny particles...

I feel pain, pain as i have never felt before.
It runs through my body like curse...

You're the hope i have for living
you're the strength that keeps me strong...

Let me kiss your lips
Just one last time...

Trapped in panic and despair
Depressed from never seeing their children...

I sat in the dark
And shed a tear...