we stand so f**ing numb at the edge
of our regression and our decay
is near, the end, its self destruction
it will f**ing be.
we search salvation
for our whole lives.
we search salvation,
we will find our broken graves.
We're waiting for revenge
wasting our time away
we praise the architects of our,
of our fixed decay
we burn out what is left
the sun is shinning on our blood
we sleep inside our own demise.
where the f** is your perfection now?
where the f** is your perfection now?
We stand so near to the edge
of a point where there is no turn back
All those faces, all disgraces,
watch them erased.
Do we count our last days
ignoring that we can close our eyes this time.
We're quietly rotten in ourselves.
What senseless progression
when there is no time for dying now.