Blacked
Softied
Don't neutralise in thoughtfulness
Strangeing
The water
Pollute me
By the love they lost for you
For you

Drainageity
The senesces
Running from the sacrifice
The got you
At fin foyn
Letning you
For those who died, who died

Torment me

Lusting yourself with emptiness
You can't connect the dreams they sent
Doing the things lay they all expect rage
Free from all the thoughts they had

Suicide