… on hate

And, high on acid

I creep through the shadows

To find our lost love

All that's left is a cold corpse

Rotting in a shallow grave

I see you approach me

Knife in hand, meant for my back

Your eye shine like the night

Skin glowing in the light

As you raise the knife...

...too slow, love...

It seems now the tables have turned

Great minds think alike right?

It's over now, the pain has ended

I close your dead eyes

Dead and cold, to rot away

The love once held gone forever

Dead with me as well

Slit my throat with your knife

Blood drains as I fall over you

The pain is gone, it has ended. 

The love can’t end if it had

No beginning. Drug to the house 

To start the skinning. 

We’re already dead

Why’s it matter?

We’re already dead

How’s it matter?

For tonight, the sun burn brighter

For tomorrow, the moon glows darker

The dead man dreams of a darker day

Filled full with the void, set to decay 

Their dry-bones paranoid of walking 

In the midday. 

The cosmic rays send dismay,

Sends them into panic, time to reek havoc.