A sickening display, a scar for every line.
The beauty and the pain of total agony.
These lacerations, the stench of slow
decay.
It desecrates, making beautiful profane.
A tragedy the suffering of loss that separates.
A fragile soul from its
remains.
Lay down and you'll suffer.
Would you die for your affliction? Held down, now you'll suffer.
Would you kill for what
destroys you? They pick at the remains.
The dead in perfect lines.
The beauty and the pain of total agony.
These lacerations, the
stench of slow decay.
It desecrates, making beautiful profane.
A tragedy the suffering of loss that separates.
A fragile soul
from its remains.
Lay down and you'll suffer.
Would you die for your affliction? Held down, now you'll suffer.
Would you kill for
what destroys you? In darkness I close my eyes.
A prayer to ease the pain.
In silence I realize.
The darkness will
always...
Lay down and you'll suffer.
Would you die for your affliction? Held down, now you'll suffer.
Would you kill for what
destroys you?