Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful? Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite? Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence Cast my heart a veil and revelate such nothingness...
Mother... Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken Menstruate such a fate and I suffer for your sins Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless Your love obscene to the fact I died that day...
Father... Lifeless...worthless...existance You have obtained life from me...I am dead.. Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken Menstruate such a fate and I suffer for your sins Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless Your love obscene to the fact I died that day...
...In your arms, in your embrace, still life scorned in me I only bleed, Im human Found wings sail into withering.... Alive?
Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful? Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite? Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence Cast my heart a veil and revelate such bitterness... Suffer