Liquid is in your throat,
For hopeless delight.

After all you fell in love with death,
Life has aborted all you've had
And all you became,
The night is calling, you pray forth.

A barren waste is your land,
Crops they were sown to die.

This skin is a mirror,
The eyes hollow with ignorance,
Health runs from your lips,
Sucked in and safe in a world of sleep.

All those years caring for a liar.
A benefit road is winding higher.
You're a moth too close to the fire.

You are stuck in a route of confusion
Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all.

Fleeing your sorrows
Pushing your spirit away

Sick of the weakness of the psyche
Whispered from the heart of evil
Luring them all into despair
Resenting the goods of a savior

And cries out
For the restless will also die

A selection culled from the damned
Drawing the life under one.
A friend died in your room
And sought the birth of a follower

Oh, Brother!
You're a killer
And you target yourself
I wish you'd never come back
For us to see
The beckoning end

And the pride of a mother
Brought flaws in a mother's son,
And the love from a father
Was used by a father's son

Overheard us talking
In a smoke of lost hope
The language of our parting
So clear and so true

Overheard us talking