midnight, we kill.

we slaughter the tongue of revolution.

to our graves, we are marked by the stain of lust.

how many times can i trust in you, my beloved friend?

because every time i trust, i lose.

so i believe in nothing, nothing.

because of you, i still believe in nothing.

because of you, i still believe in nothing.

i'll always know my place in this world.

no longer fit in your fucking world anymore.

your lust ruins everything.

like a growing target on my back, i feel the knives are chasing.

see my eyes are no longer blind.

see my eyes are no longer blind.

there is a purpose in life today.

destroying you every step of the way.

from this point on - no more friends.

i know my role in this world.

don't fit in your fucking world.

this once meant everything to me.

now another forgotten effigy.

because only scars remain.

broken bones form a hope that's been left grey.

i die every time i hear your fucking name.

been left grey.

been left grey.

and there is a purpose in life today.

rise to your feet, as we march to our graves.

fight back.

there is a purpose in life today.

rise to your feet, as we march to our graves.

i can still feel your thoughts ripping me apart, tearing me apart.

ripping you apart. tearing us apart.