there is a god that forgives

it's the name of my disease

something that let me lying prone

devotion of the age


if i could blow up your pale skin to conceal the sky

like clouds in the ceiling

needlessly nothing is gonna change


assassinate and clean up the room

hang on and stand the sleep

i am just fading away

i can't help fading away


perpetrate some private crime

i can still taste it in my mouth

while this load evaporates

and fate spreads the ashes away