In sin the pleasure's found,
The lie's the truth's real sound,
On slippery slope we fall,
It's time to lose it all.
We moan to fill the need,
We kill to watch you bleed,
The sirens in my head,
The silence of the dead
The cribs
We build
Will burst in flames and make the fire truly worth it
The house of stone
Will soon be broken and torn down,
The vicious scars
Are not to fade away with time,
The haunt for more
Ends in a meaningless goodbye,
The search endures
With a revealing awful sigh
The fight will never end,
The Blood-red wine is spilled
To symbolize the pain,
To voice a silent scream
The trembling light has set,
The weakening thoughts have left,
The wilted flower fades,
The frozen darkness shades
The dreams
We have
Will not come true as we're still looking for our place.

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