Letras
Like ink on the paper
It will slowly absorb
In to black
Its purity demands it
Never Satisfied
Never Full
They eat and destroy with stained hands
Until nothing is left except piss
But now the judgement of all humans
Has begun
The hate I imbue
Embedded in my chest
Exalted ambition
Suffices through attrition
The Tunnel
Nearly Complete
The tunnel
Nearly Complete
The depths of my soul
Are rooted in dark thought
There is nothing but pitch black
There comes a time when the darkness
Must come to light
The Hate I imbue
Embedded in my chest
Exalted ambition
Suffices through Attrition
Separated from my self
Held above all the rest
Lets dig a hole each one of us
Seven graves should be a good start
Lets dig this hole
Each one of us
Seven graves
Seven souls
Nothing worse than being strong
But not strong enough