Reality, there is no reason.
There’s nothing but disease.
Loyalty, there is only treason.
There’s nothing left of me.
Truth, there is only lies.
There is only fake.
Honesty, there is only disguise.
Those who sleep will never wake.
Health, it is just the sick.
The only happiness is dead.
Blood, water is just as thick.
The only escape is in my head.
All, the only thing left is nothing.
The only thing left is fear.
Faith, there is no sense in trusting.
There is no sanctuary here.
Nothing, is what is all.
The angel’s mourn my cries.
Life, is empty but to fall.
All for nothing I will die.
I see the night.
Pale and new.
And through this darkness I see you.
It’s you I hate.
You gave me this.
But I guess I love you too.
You’re my nightmare.
You’re my sire.
And I suppose abstract desire.
It’s you who made me.
You’re my death.
Yet it’s with you I conspire.
I need to feed.
And you’re right there.
I guess you could call it unfair.
Because you made me.
I destroy you.
Because I no longer care.
I am alive now.
And still I cry.
I guess I’ll never know why.
You were the first.
Yet not the last.
Because of you I cannot die.
Bow before my rage, it’s new.
And it’s just become alive.
You thought I’d take this from you?
You’re in for such a surprise.
Open up your shallow eyes!
Take a look at my bleeding hands.
I think the violence makes me real.
Not that anything ever can.
Because I will never heal.
But at least it helps me feel.
I need to feel your pain.
I embrace your sorrow.
Because all I have to gain,
is all that I can borrow.
Without it there is no tomorrow.
You can chain me down.
And try to make me go.
But until I'm in the ground,
fear is all you'll know.
Because your end makes me whole.
I have only one way to feel alive.
And only one way to express.
So it shouldn't come as any suprise,
that I require your death.
If you took away the violence, I'd have nothing left.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I don’t know if there is anything,
I can do to save you.
Violets are blue.
But the roses went black.
This life is over.
And there’s nothing that can bring you back.
A pile of dead roses.
And violets that have gone brown.
One final goodbye. Wrote in mourning.
As your ashes are spread over the ground.
Flowers and life don’t last long enough.
And their lives are full of lies.
That is why the brightest burn out so fast.
Turn to wastes, wilt and die.
Violets and roses.
Alike each meets their end.
This is how I say goodbye.
I will miss you as long as I live my friends.
One day we will meet again.
I can see serenity.
But I’m never at peace with myself.
I know that I have many flaws.
But I don’t want to be anybody else.
I can hear the music.
But I will never sing the song.
I can know all the answers.
But the question I always seem to get wrong.
I can feel the concept.
But I can’t take the path.
I can grasp my future.
But I always remain staring at the aftermath.
I can smell the victory.
But I never escape defeat.
I know to extinguish the flames.
But I’m always caught up in the heat.
It was just like tasting you.
I knew touching you was all I ever sought.
But I knew it couldn’t last.
And now I’m left to be forgot.
I never listened to anyone.
Heard nothing they tried to teach.
And now I’m here facing everything I’ve wanted.
But it’s all too far away.
Just out of my reach.
