The sweet relief of sin
condemns my broken soul...

The razor cuts deep
as the sun begins to die...

I'm a mess
my life...

Under the stars, golden and bright
we stare in awe at the spacious skies...

My heart aches with troubled silence
as you carried it home and held it tight...

Crushing all hope
not an option...

People of the sun rage on
with arrow-marked heads without the thoughts of...

Deep cuts buried in regret. realize your time has...
take the bullet into your hand. feel the pain...

It crawls away
no purpose at all...

Countless dreams
haunt my soul at night...

I stop, reflect, then stop once more
see you lying on the floor...

Black
cold...