Mors temporaria (Death is temporary)
Roses on your casket
Feelings symptomatic
Decay automatic
Erosion systematic
Voices invading
Don't want saving
Silhouettes fading
Heartbreak aching
Used to tell myself she's in a better place
Pretend she's better off but there's no space
They say it's normal (Just part of life)
But underneath I still ask myself why
Stop fucking saying it was meant to be
Your lies are burning my sanity
They talk of death like it's moral or right
But I can't see any sign of light
Stop fucking saying it was meant to be
Your lies are burning my sanity
They talk of death like it's moral or right
But I can't see any sign of light
After her death they just avoid
Nothing you do can fix this void
Won't lie to myself (I'm done)
Don't need you (Go away)
If death is your virtue then I know (What hurt you)
I didn't lose just once I lost twice
Lost my drive now twist the knife
Stop fucking saying it was meant to be
Your lies are burning my sanity
They talk of death like it's moral or right
But I can't see any sign of light
Stop fucking saying it was meant to be
Your lies are burning my sanity
They talk of death like it's moral or right
But I can't see any sign of light
Didn't lose once I lost three times
Lost connection, sanity, and reason for life
Didn't lose once
Didn't lose once