For whose advantage all beauty unfolds?
Crimes of sorrow is possession it holds
Built with hate, unholy place

A kiss of filth in it's cold embrace

Grievous perish without a spark

Choirs of the gods mere whispers in the dark
What will be still remains to be told
Like a veil of tears my blood runs cold


To find a way escape the fear and pain
To cut my wrists and bleed it all away

No left tomorrows, yesterdays
When all is lost shame will remain


Rejected past in a soulless time
No really dead, just barely alive
A thin line, but a burden to bear

Deliverance or a trip to despair?

To find a way escape the fear and pain

To cut my wrists and bleed it all away
Left all alone in this emptiness
When all is lost


Come forward
Be the first one on the shore

Desperation will strike just like before
It came down to this, now it's your turn
From the sea of death there's no return