Speed up
A spiral martyr will lead to your end


Never to return
On these shores of despair


Another murder becoming closer but perfect
Cleanse me impure
I am the devil's advocate

In divine resignation
Searching for freedom
A fraction of time

Too late to be saved
The tool, the key, elevate to second floor
Feel and feed

Act of transfusion
This is the faint smell of suicide
Dreams of lifeless passion

Hidden in blackened chariots
Entwined with lethe
But still eyes wide open

To be suspended in the side
Did you ever hear me crying?