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.