Yearning for something to happen
Yearning for the sound of no one caring
When stitches peek through their skin again

Turning backs on each other, whispering
Quietly, you'll play them against each other
Agony, apathy in the blank stares

Blasphemy, but hell I do not care
I yearn for the end of all these foolish games


If this is a $#&@ing relapse, I'll let it slip
Just for you


Quietly
I'll slit your throat so
Quietly

Caressing your skin
Quietly, the agony turns to apathy inside you


Quietly
I'll walk away so
Quietly

Caressing your skin
Quietly, I'll erase your consistency tonight


Quietly
I'll whisper your name
Quietly

Tasting my
Victory, the agony runs so quietly away


Quietly
Your vacant throne stands
Quietly

On top of the hill
Quietly, I've erased your consistency tonight


Passivity lies as a cold veil
Over everyone in this town
Stitches needle their minds numb

As you see your chance to retract
And quietly, you'll sneak your way into the throne
Agony, Apathy, all so lifeless

Blasphemy, criticizing kings again
But it's on my marrow instinct that I act


If this is a $#&@ing relapse, I'll let it slip
Just for you


Quietly
I'll slit your throat so
Quietly

Caressing your skin
Quietly, the agony turns to apathy inside you


Quietly
I'll walk away so
Quietly

Caressing your skin
Quietly, I'll erase your consistency tonight


Quietly
I'll whisper your name
Quietly

Tasting my
Victory, the agony runs so quietly away


Quietly
Your vacant throne stands
Quietly

On top of the hill
Quietly, I've erased your consistency tonight