A character of immoral beauty
Look me not in the eye...
Where hath my raven gone
those birds crying from the trees...
Turbulent life, terrible death
sleep with rest, be quiet now...
Give me a kiss
And cover my screams...
In small encrypted hearts long dead
Tied down with bricks to rest their head...
Forget your dreams, drown your soul
You've lost your life, sucked into hell...
They will burn
Self-inflicted inflammation...
Seems to be the foulest on Earth
Yet the sun skims the sky...
The sun blazed with fury across the fields.
Our march had been rough, but we could not yield...
Times when I have fallen,
scraped the ground with my soul...
The bloody rose.
The one I hold...
Pain
Bleeding...