Slowly slicing foward, into the flesh. Incentive ways to enter the night. Reality turns it back on you, A chance to get through. Burning, brighter
If possible just turn the page, When all you see remains the same. I wish I could blame it on a face without a name. In the center of the face I hate
Find, a piece of land, A million demands, and try to make it once again. A piece of land, to make it a plan, Always trying to be one with the making
Now I'm one with the flies Rising up as the creature cries Sucking up, breathing stops - for the very last time! Can you see it, can you reach it, as
Call it liberation, or frustration, As it hits like a bomb, Tearing you apart since your first day of life. Entering the zone. Watch how it runs,
Gives You Shelter Break The Record In A Second Cherrish The Mental Weapon What'd You Say Watch The Progress Fall As Stabbing The Drama Inside
Just pick one and make it all come through, infiltrated and fucked up for years. And now it suddenlt turns to you, In a second, in no time. Rise
Don't question any lies, There's no reason to find, Another trip, to cause a denial. Yet you're stripped and your hope is gone. Another trap, for
They play divine as immortal sons, Pulling the trigger, and then they switch and run, As long as you have nothing to add, They run the show. How?
die with any secons denied Shelter runs by for the final time Just take a step outside Just stab the reason an make it bleed (Stab it and watch it bleed