Face the winds of the world
The guilt clings to your back
What you don’t see
Is the future’s decay
Lonesome, I’m tranquil and dying
The color of my flesh is fading
The last light in my eyes vanish
Color blind to the beauty around me
Prone and vulnerable
To the autumn disease
Losing form within myself
I’m falling beneath and suffering
Sewers flood with dying tears
Eternally forgotten below the surface
The river’s flowing violently
Die in my arms
Here, you’ll be safe
No one will see your sin
Forgive me if I should
Briefly turn away
For I cannot bear the sight
Of everything that meant something to me
Decaying in the moon light
Whatever was meant to be
Means absolutely nothing now
I hate my self and the bastard inside
And all these memories
That tear my insides apart
Will keep me from myself
From myself
