In the end, everything is said. A state of mind one can only regret.
Touch truth but only skim perfection. Plunge beyond this
painful deception.
There is a way for it all to happen, a riverbed where everything can flow.
Harsh memories scattered around, no
promise on which to bestow
This world, a burden of pain
Asphyxiate this sickening state
Straight ahead to the place we
belong. Looking back, it all seems so wrong.
There must be a way for us to see, and dive past each miscalculation.
Fear is the stone
cold murdurer, the rampant virus contaminating
This world, a burden of pain
Asphyxiate to recreate
