Rage. Fire.
Sick. Tired.
Fear. Madness.
Death is fearless.
Panic. Jump.
Scream. Run.
Pain is real.
Acid . Skin.
You run away from me.
I run away from you.
You are avoiding me.
I am avoiding you.
Your pills and alcohol.
I cannot take no more.
Stop messing with your head.
I'd rather just be dead.

Blade
Knocking at your door
Before you fade
I know your story
Saint
Knocking at my door
It must be fate
I want you more..

I FEEL NOTHING
I DON'T WANNA ANYTHING
Don't give up.
Listen to yourself.
Who is right?
Just watch your egodeath.
Why do we need to fight for this truth?
If this truth destroys your every move.