pray for the life you will never live
as we suffer from decay
and await all of our fates...
in the hands of god we'll watch you crawl
were fucking in shallow graves
hoping to realize
do you, do you even feel alive?
or is it the common frustration to mistake self harm... for a final solution to
this world of empty hope
pills, razorblades and flesh
can only fill the void for so long
cut an incision into the center of every fucked up and neglected soul
through the guise of the windows
we have no reflections
we must learn to forget then
that were surrounded by shadows
but we'll refuse to wait
to wake in the casket
to wonder where life begins and ends
so we must keep our bodies moving
far beyond cemeteries and dancefloors
into a world where pain and love are ment to stop beating hearts
and create depression or euphoria
but if we have no souls, and if there is no hope, we will be left all alone to learn to live as ghosts
as the bridge between heaven and hell
ceases to exist, we will keep on striving to understand our own existence
