Shorn of apocryphal pride. The locks falls predicting strife. Cranium exposed. Denial of aesthetic. . Push it [Incomprehensible]. All of this burnt to ashes.
Smothered under your affection. Solitude an acquisition. Symbiosis turned parasitic. Now I'm starting to regret this. . Dying to be alone. Bleed me as I'm dying to be alone.
Gone. Gone. Shoot me straight for the sun. I wanna be the only one left. Misdiagnosed condition. Burnt beyond recognition. Sink her straight through the floor.