The touch of your
hands...

Today I committed Suicide,
I looked to the darkest parts of outside...

We are the hunted...They the hunted.
Streaming tears fall from this empty face...

Can you hear me scream?
My body rattled with fear...

The eyes of a saint,
beauty beyond recognition...

This is the face,
that once smiled...

The gates of hell
swing on by...

Stare at the beauty beyond
heaven and hell...

My heart,
a million little fragments on the floor...

Put the Shotgun to my head,
Pull the trigger and spill all of my thoughts onto...

Held together,
by only your...

Every Moment,
is sunrise...