1. Intro

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2. Two Inches From A Main Artery

Broken glass is the reason she'll remember my face
now she is imprisoned in a place not for the weakened heart
a land filled with miles of fire and the lamb dine on the priest
you can't save her

Broken glass is the reason she'll remember my face
now she is imprisoned in a place not for the weakened heart

62 reasons to remember my face

This is my idea of beauty
laid to rest beneath a blanket of leaves
waiting for an angel to come save her from this burning paradise
an indelicate display of lacerations across her body
this is my idea of beauty
you can't save her

3. When Everything Becomes Nothing

Forever ends when everything becomes nothing

The time has come to see how bitter the razor tastes
i wouldn't give you the satisfaction to sew your hands shut

The sun has now stopped rising
it seems tomorrow just won't make it
temples are falling apart
piece by piece, tomorrow just won't make it

The time has come to see how bitter the razor tastes
i wouldn't give you the satisfaction to sew your hands shut

The sun has now stopped rising
it seems tomorrow just won't make it
temples are falling apart
piece by piece, tomorrow just won't make it

Designed for murder
it's not my fault

Reflections in the rose petals
that were placed over your eyes look like revenge

Forever ends
forever ends when everything becomes nothing

Forever ends when everything becomes..

The time has come to see how bitter the razor tastes
I wouldn't give you the satisfaction to sew your hands shut

The sun has now stopped rising
it seems tomorrow just won't make it
temples are falling apart
piece by piece
tomorrow just won't make it

4. Bringer Of Truth

For those that taunt me and stomp on my dreams
i hope you choke on blood
if i could display you in a burning field impaled on your mother's arms
i would.. without hesitation
i would.. without hesitation

one day i'll stand on the world
with my foot pressed to its throat

for those with their knives deep in my back
i hope you choke on blood
i wish you could feel your flesh decay so that you could
experience every bit of dying

one day i'll stand on the world
with my foot pressed to its throat

you're nothing more than preachers of poisoned dreams
and death is owed to all those who contempt me

i hope you choke on blood
i hope you choke on..

FUCK – YOU

5. Beneath Dying Skies

Beautiful scars cover my broken temple
no one tried to save this
the sun's burnt out
darkness is beginning
the sun's burnt out
no more beauty, no more life

hate and cries lie in the hands of all
awakened by horror and screams of..
people kill themselves because they fear dying
futile to try and stop this
your time is up
beneath dying skies

suffer
suffer for this
no words can describe death's bliss
slaughter of innocence
the rain that cleanses the scars of ages

6. The Black Death And Its Aftermath

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7. Truest Shade Of Crimson

Around your neck is where my hands are headed
to prove my point that love is what you make it
a rose petal for every time you scream
sometimes i like to pretend you smile

my days consist of thinking of ways to bring you pain
my days consist of thinking of ways to hurt you
to bring you pain, to hurt you

lying in her bed of roses
waiting for a dream
posing in some dead illusion
waiting
but not for me
around your neck is where my hands are headed
to prove my point that love is what you make it

it's not that i hate you
it's just that i love to hurt you

posing with my halo on
covered in her blood

her screams are so lovely
like the heavens singing to me
i told you i loved you and i'm sorry i lied to you
but i needed to see your pain and see your weakened cries

i dont hate you, i just love to hurt you

8. With Eyes Ever Turned Inward

An image of me beneath my GRAVE
what's gone wrong this time?

just a step away from the dead silence bleeding in my head
i found the corpse of my conscience locked away

i'm speaking in static and pain
but the faces do not respond to these things i say
i was crawling through the broken glass of my thoughts
i realized that i hate most everything

I HATE MOST EVERYTHING
I stand beneath my grave

9. Force Fed Trauma

Like a thousand plagues over my soul
and the smell coming from behind the trees make me sick
it brings flashbacks from the past haunting me
reddish gold and silver, a hint of rust and blood
my eyes, they burn from the dying embers once known as me
they suffocate
the dying embers once known as me

i cant make out the names on the wall
they're rusted and covered with blood
take my hands, force feed me trauma
take my hands and nail them together
take all that i see and force feed me trauma
as the candle light fades

my hands are nailed together
my eyes burn
one last kiss from my sweet sarin

force fed trauma

10. The Decaying Process

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11. Outro

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