The world we crave bleeds perfect blood.
We suffer for freedom in every choice we make and every world we sake.
We couldn’t wait for perfect love, finding what we needed in a blink of an eye and a turn of the page.
I feel like it’s over, enraged through my dying shame.
I feel like it’s over, enraged through my dying shame.
Burst, we burst through the cycle.
The same song played over again, screaming ever again, until my heart’s content.
Who will save me from myself?
The look on her face reeked of pleasure and pain, masked in endless shame. (Masked in endless shame)
I feel like it’s over, enraged through my dying shame.
I feel like it’s over, enraged through my dying shame.
I gave her everything; she left me breathing on my back.
I gave her everything, swallowed in hate that I created.
I feel like it’s over, enraged through my dying shame.
I feel like it’s over, enraged through my dying shame.
I gave her everything; she left me breathing on my back.
I gave her everything, swallowed in hate that I created.