Virtue is lost
Beyond this life in here
Beneath the need of existence
The vicious scream
And everything she longs
for turns to black
The giver calls sweet home, vindication,
And black waits for everything
Does she realise what sheas
become?
But sheas not waking
And sheas not feeling
But sheas not waking
Sheas still feeling
Follow the sirenas
song,
To face this empty cycle.
Searching the darkest nights
Searching the silence
And does it make you sick?
Can you
hear me as she touches?
Does it make you feel beautiful?
Bloodshed under the streetlight.
And does it make you sick?
Oh
God! We got a bleeder here
Does it make you beautiful?
Heartbreak under the streetlight.
Sheas lost again.
Your dream are
enslaved,
Corrupted, as a lathe.
Virtue is lost
Beyond this life in here
Beneath the need of existence
Her face is
grey
And everything she longs for is pulling away
Follow the sirenas song
To face this empty cycle.
Searching the darkest
night
Searching the silence.
Follow the sirenas song,
To face this empty cycle.
Searching the darkest night,
Searching
the silence.
Dead by first light,
They canat wipe the blood from her eyes.
Dead by first light,
They canat wipe the blood
from her eyes.
Dead by,
Dead by first light.
Dead by,
Dead by first light.
