i wish i was wanted, someone to replace these broken strings, this crimson sky is the brightness where this music begins. the sound now is destorted, and i've become something im not, how will this life end and where will i rot. so ill wait for you where we all wait and weep. behind the church wishing to dream of you before i sleep ...You'll be here sooner the deeper, the quicker the reaper. i shall murder my self, going with a grave truth with any further lost innosence and youth Death's horizon the color black a shrowd too new
the only sight you'll see are the hoof print in blood the cloven smear.. you disapear and dry into mud.