[Be sure and leave behind your scent]
A Quick Glance at the Clock Doesn't mean Time will Save us.
Obliterate within. Inquire a reason.
Are you CapaBle?
This remains the verge of internal disintegrating
Marked by nothing more than our Cease.
Your portrait, Displayed as deceptive markings on red skylines.
At the End of the Day the image is no longer in color
Atenuating to Black and White...
We. Become. A. Lie.
[Eyes Closed, Follow the Trail of my Voice]
We've established nothing between these fine lines.
Delegating these feelings of unconcious Separation
As if it were perceivably Obvious.
What are we left with? He says 'A remnant of his past glory.'
She slowly declines.
She was entity derived from hate.
In all chance of survival
She wishes to be revived.
Within the Black words of Torment traced on the wall
Is the answer to their Atrophy.
Failure to notice the ink has run Dry,
Is what outlines Two Deteriorating HearTs.
[Between the two of Us, I Dont think I ever believed you]
Write Down a thousand words.
I can tell you now, they all Depict a Lie.
Self infatuation is what brought us here.
Hang onto your every last word,
In order to fullfill a broken promise.
A hallow heart now fills with every silent verb
that escapes your lips.
It's still empty. Still Bleeding.