Catch fire - just like a living disease. Unholy desire - a world on it's knees. Our burning minds they are ridden of hope. In a dreaming utopia - dead on dope.
Each day a mournful pity. Life looks upon you with scorn. Hopes flee, visions elude. As your feeble breath is torn. . Six sinister thorns of beauty. The claws of the nondivine.
My veins they are open. And yours to fill. The beast of my sins. Ain't easy to kill. . Drowning in love, by bitterness warped. We sleep in different nights.
Can you feel the pain I feel?. I've lost all sense of what is real. I'm lost, in a world I detest. . Can you feel the pain I feel?. This wound I've got will never heal.
In this cell that is ours there is no pity. No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul. No beckoning to a warm horizon. The sun shall never greet my eyes again.
In this cell that is ours there is no pity. No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul. No beckoning to a warm horizon. The sun shall never greet my eyes again.