• I Look At This Blood Filled Room
    And Wish It Was Mine
    As The Breath I Breathe Is Fading
    Into The Smell Of The Decaying
    All I’ve Lost Is My Color
    But I Never Really Had One

    The Sun Is Fading Into Black
    As Time Is Turned Back
    To The Hell I Wish Not To Relive
    But To Forgive Those Who I Have Heard
    But Not Have Understood Their Words

    Until This Time Where The Soothing Beats
    Fade Into The Screeching Cries
    Of The Loved Ones Lies
    Who Have Lost But Do Not Love
    And Do Not Care About The Breathless Sighs
    Coming From The Lifeless Body
    Of The Tortured Soul Who Just Soon Realized
    Had More Love Than Not Could Deny