the fickle thoughts washed up, drain gutter minds corrode the filth, reveal the false design the bleeding heart scares fear, withdraw the smile corrupt the fantasy, this dream is vile
does she want you to cry? does she want you to die? does she want you, want you to save her life? does she want you to feel? make you think you are real does she want you, want you to save her life?
the undead soul reflects the mortal choice like frozen tears, cold words without a voice a life in shock, this trauma trapped in time in the grave your life will be defined
does she want you to cry? does she want you to die? does she want you, want you to save her life? does she want you to feel? make you think you are real does she want you, want you to save her life?