There Could Be Nothing After This




Now
How pitifull this is
Knowing you can kiss me
Chase i want to know you
You brought me here from this
I'm seeing nothing but disaster
Now im taking you with me
Taking you, with me
A desperate of scenery
A corpse which tells you sad lies

No more lies, just with right
Its telling him
With all the flickering
Here again and again
The floor is what feet are for
Far, far its not feeding far by
Far, Hell warranting
well This is getting old
well This is getting old

There watching, There watching
I am being watched
This is overwhelming
Paranoia
Paranoia

As you give your faith in
I will shake my teeth into the floor
When i wait here alone
And as your life begins to breach the border
While i lay here
I lie

No more
Your faith lies still
I not well
I know
No where
with every step
I'm not well
And all
Black
Thats wise

Blood
Flows white
I am awake