Album: Posthumous Release
What a drag, beautiful and sad
A graveyard on the sun
Fucking up, you just self destruct
Abandoned and undone
The heart is a monument to a childhood of abuse
A quiet suffering that knows no one wants you
So lonely
So ugly
And confused
Virgin veins, hold the rushing pain
Of a past that cannot die
Crippling everything in cages of desire
The heart is a monument to a childhood of abuse
A quiet suffering that knows no one wants you
So lonely
So ugly
And confused