Each night begins the tradition
Draw the water slip into the bath...
Kill me now
i want to die...
Put the Gun to my head
Let me draw my last breath...
The fire of the sun
Burns across the valley...
Your mind is,
Racing...
Innocence overtaken,
By suicidal thoughts...
He was always there for me
Even though we're history...
Anew soldier joined the legions of pain
A blooded sword fighting the army's of shame...
Lips red as blood
hair the darkest black...
Her tear drops fall
running down her face...
She's empty, not even close to half full,
Deceptions caught her mind in a deadened forest...
On the side of the brick steps
I saw her emerge from the wall...