He sits in lonliness, watch him waste away knives in a casket heart between the blades soul taken from him, how could you take his soul? hand full of liquor, to make it quicker why take his soul?
it was a simple fucking day no poisen, no cuts, no pain
dove soaring high, above him bearing the message of shame
one swallow twenty circlular deaths forty torturess times three years, no less now youve forgotten him youve left him behind
he cried to the sky, he cried to the stars, he cried to his god but nothing so far
can it really be true? this omen cant confuse a mind without a key but cannons were fired, burying all hopes to the sea
blood dripping to the end of the bottle of empty promises in his hand blue lips of the devil weighting his fate down sounds in the distance he doesnt understand
help him god bring her back
so he cried to the sky and he cried to the stars nothing will bring her back he removes his scars