Pain. Tossing in the night,
A twisting, turning, endless fight...
The harder I think, the more I forget.
I try to focus. Memories blur...
.
We are always searching...
Look at you in that casket,
so cold, not moving a single bit...
As i sit here,
wishing on night's first glowing star...
There are things you need to hear,
So turn off your tears and listen...
There will come a time
within my catacomb nightmares...
Haunted by your divine shadow
Scented trails of stale tobacco...
Violence speaks the hands-
of someone who used to feel...
As I lay in my bed, I stare at the ceiling
Waiting and wishing for this pain to descend...
Oh, god, I am still alive
think of the people I killed...
This is what I remember.
My phone lights up...