A sickening display
A scar for every line
The beauty and the pain
Of total agony
These lacerations
The stench of slow decay
It desecrates
Making beautiful profane
A tragedy
The suffering of loss
That separates
A fragile soul from its remains
Lay down and you'll suffer
Would you die for your affliction?
Held down, now you suffer!
Would you k** for what destroys you
They pick at the remains
The dead in perfect lines
The beauty in the pain
Of total agony
These lacerations
The stench of slow decay
It desecrates
Making beautiful profane
A tragedy
The suffering of loss
It separates
A fragile soul from its remains
[Chorus]
In darkness, I close my eyes
A prayer to ease the pain
In silence I realize
The darkness will always..