every second seems so meaningless just like a whirlwind
of dust and all you witness is a part of me the one
that I distrust I am the fallen one and I don’t give
a fuck at all so just step aside digging your every
sin in my mental crawl but as I look into your empty
eyes and taste the coldness of your heart I feel the
poison rushing through my veins slashing my soul apart
I fell from grace and cursed your name burnt to ashes
just to rise again I fed my lust upon your anger and
shed my seed into your embers
(and still feels like the first time) entwine the sense
in this place of anger and for a very last time let
me see your soul burning and as I kneel among the ruins
of the chambers of the morgue I know that I’ll be here
waiting for the centuries to come