[pale stanza : Gunnar Mothes / bullet art : The Gallery]
Here I'm standing on the edge
And the lack of
pressure
Grant's me apathy,makes me feel composure...
And it shows me what is real
I see it all and know-
There's no
excuse
I feel it all and know-
There's no excuse
I curse those sad convenient lies
Till folly kills me
And if it
shouldn't rise
Then I shall never be
There is no blood that's left to bleed
Can't bleed no longer
No blood this f*****g
heart to feed...
This feeble heart
I see it all and know-
There's no excuse
I feel it all and know-
There's no
excuse
I have failed
