| Listen to the howl, see the whore, feel the it all cave beneath you, there is nothing left of the structure, it has fallen through, the floor. If you want a special connection with me, you'll have to do more than grieve. You better bring more than an addiction to the table, and mind games in which you dable. I cannot see a point to an excuse, you better not try placing my neck in the noose. I will find a way to over come your blame, I have worked, hard, bled, to make myself a name. Its over now, you can't get any closer. Sensations running down your spine, its over, no more time, no more lies, no more life, for you to fake, there is nothing I'm sure, that you wouldn't take. Just another feind, without any means. Time to die, no one cares. your voice was always unheard, now you shall fade. taste the blade. |
