- cifra
Kill the light
Here is the only pace I can look you in the eye
Forged in darkness
I grow cold with you
Give in to the peace
Give in to the narcoleptic urge
Abandon all bonds with the flesh
And just grow cold
And just grow cold
And just grow cold
Let me stay til I turn to dust
Lay back as the warmth sinks
Deconstruct all imagination
Absorbed by the cold as the blood settles
Hatred is my heroin
You should have guessed by now
Piercing my skin
All too many times
Kill these memories of me inside of you
We have lost to the lust and greed
We are but one, the rotten shell of humanity
Kill it
