Everything touched turns to rust. Neverlasting was the glory, shadowed by fate's unrelenting hands. The day I found faith in the ashes. As the blackened snow fell the to the earth, my eyes shattered with the sight of my own demise. There was a beauty about the flames as they licked the sky. Far above the klouds, a pale moon shook with fear. Far in the distance, kries for mercy kould be heard. Macabre was this night, as glistening fire brushed the skyline. Our city fell to the ground, and we danced on the grey fields of our past. Earth, trembling with the ferocious explosions that rocked our souls. This vision of hell at it's finest, we bask in awe at the spektakle of a twilight devestated. The dark of dusk entranced us, faltering in the shroud of embers, glowing with rage. Envious to the forces upon our lives, knowing that nothing will be the same ever again. Waltzing upon the dead bodies of friends and family alike, we laugh and smile the night away. In the morning, we will leave for the next city, start another life. Walking side by side, hand in hand, everything will be fine. Tonight we watched our lives dekay, but tomorrow is another day.

Our perfektion was flawed from the beginning. Thoughts of suicide fleeting between passive-aggressive attempts at reality. Warmth of a summer night in your arms, a time we thought no pain would kome to us. Surfacing tensions. Heeding temptations. Somewhere between an exkuse and a lie I found inner beauty. Kome, friend, take a walk with me down this path of sorrows and broken promises. The sun that once lit these skies has long since blackened. All that's left is this dark eternal night entangled within our hearts. We are forever shadowed by this now forgotten, pathetik, soul-less facade we once kalled love. Seeking something more to look to for solace, we embrace the nights alone as something more than they really were. These were the times when nothing was pure, times when you would never find a rememdy for your angst. Seldom are the answers found, and all too random are the questions which we will never understand.

Boundless, infinite. Sorrow, bleeding tears of pain. Inhale the devestation. Scent of a newborn horror, faltering. Senses falling to pieces. There was a glimpse of life in the twilight. Rememberance of a still life. Shattered mask of insanity, kovering the truth of desolation. The Oktober wind is rusting, krumbling through your hands, falling forth from the failure. Letting the darkness overwhelm youself, you sink deeper into the sin. Skreams, intense, flow outward from the abyss.. The embodiment of suffering, indifferent. Shelter found in shadows. Illuminate the illness bought by greed. Safe from salvation. Guaranteed damnation. Higher, lower than before. You fucked up again. Let it slip. Found yourself in the ditch, begging for mercy from an imaginary god you've never seen. Reaching up to the sky, blinded by the void of black midnight. Metaphor for your life. In the night he komes back to you. Asks for more. Denial leads to konsequences unforseen. Needles, pain skreaming through your neck. Haunting skars remind you of the pain you felt that night. The world melts away, leaving only a vision of death dekaying around you. Krawling over your face, insekts torment your every thought. Mirror shows half a man. A hole in your face. Skin falling from the bone, torn off by your own hands. Thinking to yourself, what if the spiders were really there? Laying awake, bleeding to death. No sleep for the wicked tonight. Guilt ensues. Failure. Addiktion.

Pull me down, throw me out. Fuck me. Fuck you. Worthless existance trapped in the ashes. Light shines through. Brief flashes. Understanding you. Impossibilities sounded out. Break inside. I am my own. Shadows of yesterday parallel to tomorrow. Freedom of the beast. Surrender the weapon, build an empire of lies. Diversity dies. Deciet thrives. Something to behold. Something never told. A silence so loud. Chaos so sirene. Something never seen. Reality at it's weakest. Akross the river. Floating downstream, towards the destruktion of your truth. Living in serenity? Long before you kould see what was missing. Pick me up, my friend. Klose your eyes. Unrelenting pacifism. Grasp the ideals. Inhibitions surrounded by limitations? Enkroach upon thoughtless idiokracy. Behind this garden of broken dreams I lay awake and wonder. Is the point really obvious? Deep under the surface. Step one. Find the inner hatred. Step two. Replace with distrust. Step three. Diskard your stains. Breaking down the machine. Feeling awkward. Everything is right here for you to take with you. Find your way home. Just like reaktionary impulses. Surprising fate with a new way to die. Affirmative aktion. Agressive understanding. Weep for the loss of nothing. Joyous are the days. Unsurpassed willingness to go beyond. Darkness skars the beauty? Dear listener, new faith is just around the korner. Pit of angst. Angels weeping upon purest white of your imaginary snowswept mountaintops. Fallen from grace, nothing but disgrace. In your hands now. Hide your face. Temptations running on low. Turmoil?

A frightening dekay of the senses. Awake inside the dream. Soul slipping through the kracks in the void. Lengths of time passed with self-inflikted medikations. Delusions of insanity forcing away the reality of genocide. Poverty of the heart brings on a wealth of the mind. Shooting stars die too. Fantasy. False Hope. Yearning for a new tomorrow, better than yesterday. Day by day nothing seems to change. But from long past, nothing is the same. Change the world the the slip of the blade. Skarring your future. Reminders of a horrid past. Haunting the shores of your perfekt paradise. Fuck. Death. Denial. Rekreate. Medikate. Mediate. Mirroring the reflektions on the water's edge. Lost in a suddenly surreal appearance of ice upon the lips of a dark new midwinter dawn. Wandering throughout the windswept leaves of hope's last chance. Tonight's musik sings to us a silence unsurpassed in the deepest pits of unlimited space. Smiling in the distance, seeing nothing of what is to kome. The future brings hope in the form of pain. Seperated from within. Nothing is the same.