Demon laugh at our life
becoz we will end
they go on forever
all eturety they will spend
Dieing over again

Becuz demons sleep
as humans weep
over problems we cause
and our own mortal flaws

What would happen
if that could happen
would you be there
would you even care
or would you forget me

words so strong
flowing from different minds
how can they possibly be wrong
searching for truth
but only finding lies
this surely will be
someones bitter demise

The hate
their hate
i love the feeling
of being hated
to Death

Demons dream
so why cant we
they dream of death
what will be the difference?

My dreams will pass
like they always do
every month
seems like something new

Dont look at me
or you will see
what i have becom
without the light
without any life
without your love

crying cleanes ur soul
but be careful
and dont let it take control
or you will slide down deeper
into a depression hole

These fingers in my eyes
are so appropriate
Every corner in which I hide
The suffering I find
All the things I've loved I hurt
So spineless writhing in the dirt
Now there's nothing left of me
Now there's nothing left of me to save