Speed up A spiral martyr will lead to your end Never to return On these shores of despair Another murder becoming closer but perfect Cleanse me impure I am the devil's advocate In divine resignation Searching for freedom A fraction of time Too late to be saved The tool, the key, elevate to second floor Feel and feed Act of transfusion This is the faint smell of suicide Dreams of lifeless pa**ion Hidden in blackened chariots Entwined with lethe But still eyes wide open To be suspended in the side Did you ever hear me crying?