How can we be gone by tomorrow
Without saying goodbye to yesterday...
Even when we broke apart
We promised we'd stay friends...
I walked miles in the darkness
black like ravens...
I am not a musician, but this is written as a loud...
A secret society.
Assassins by trade...
Sinking deeper into your tarnished soul
The world around you fades into obscurity...
It took me no less than five minutes to write...
-Cry Like the Lonely Moon...
Freaking sounds and weary creepers
Made me wake up from a deep sleep...
A canvas sits untouched, unveiled
lonely and forgotten, memories fade...
Point the gun, hold the trigger
Feel the sweat, hear the slither...
The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...
My crimson blood drips to the floor
The taints been driven to the core...