Watch me die no longer I am alive
My purpose no more... I live for Christ
Dead to sin, only begin, imagine what\'s for Soldier of Christ
Changed with a new beginning, bl d of the lamb, white washed sins

- underoath

You, my friend, who struggles and fights, you were there till the end of that terible night......

And with this knife as I tear at my wrists, I know in the end that I will not be missed..........

I just wish i could let my crimson tears flow through my open corrupted veins....

Thirteen steps to the Devil's door, won't be coming back no more ........

It hurts to love, it hurts to hate, it hurts to breath, it hurts to think, it hurts to live....all because your in my head...

There once was a fella from Louth,
who's farts came out of his mouth,
he tried every night
to reverse their flight
but regardless they never flew South

He was the first one to be made, only to become Gods challenger of Creation, his accuser, his adversary, cast out, and then a broken angel banished to the land of man, of flesh and blood, it was then that Memnoch fell from Grace..............

Cover her face, mine eyes dazzled, she died young................

allow us to travel down the devils road together on your chariot of the damned, give me access to the savage garden where i will hunt the lonely corner of lost souls in solitude.........