...and of those ghosts calling
Through levels transcending
Even I hold revelation
Adorable pretending s*ut
Don't waste your time to speak with pain
Where the hands descend
To all of the dead – little who*es, I whisper
Rise
Dead eyes revokate and infiltrate
Better dead for funerals to come
Elimination, self-centered for all the silence
Has pa**ed through years
And never before I have been so cold!
As told so cold!
...and with hate I bleed
Near is my deletion
What I feel is not from here
The disillusion starts
When the candles stop bleeding
And I see myself dying
Catharsis complete
For more than a thousand times
Rise