Your Last OneThe last one.In the red of the moment.The ash floods out of your mouth.Oh so twisted.So unlogical you ooze misconceptions.Tell me don't you love the sense's overflowing.With your flesh melting off your bones.From underneath the suns heat.So pretty, in all the fake ways.I've built you to break under pressure.My little porcelain dolls.I've built you to shatter, every time you fall.Your such a good, fake father.Such a good fake daughter.Sitting on my knee, bleeding with ease.As you please, until death sucks the rest.Till the last breath.So twisted, this inverted vision.Watch it ooze misconceptions.Heart brea
Awaken WorldThe sun rise's in the East. As the wind blows from the south.Your heart fills the air.Fragile clouds sink to the land.As tower pile onto towers.Hands unfolding.Sound recoils.As the ground heaves.And the sea's rise.The storm of fire.Wakes.And here in the ice.Surround by snow.Beneath our feet.It has began to melt.And as the water floods up.The sky burns above.Ashes fall from the sky.When it rise's and falls.The silence of the end.Come from one solace place.A cage with a beating.Fear filled heart.This land weeps.Or scars.