My Bitter End piosenki

As we bow and plow right through their needs... and in the finding the reason it failed is 'cause i wasn't there, and the lowering consciousness taking in my guilt because i wasn't there. It's final. The swarming life of infamy. Never gave up. When there gone,...

In feeling comfortable with corpses and admiring, their conventional lifestyle, because it isn't mine. And now they'll feel, and now you'll feel. I hope to never feel your cold and lifeless grip upon me. For this I've prayed. I'm left unanswered. With light le...

Few will escape the sleep that swells there lungs. Consider youself fortunate for the rest. Dirt helmet silence is held high in regards of the troubled. Sleep easy under this illusion that your dreaming and waking is merely a thing of fact. While your sleeping...

Now the water is rising, up to meet us above the ground, and the setting of tides still life. Life was a fury you falsely denied it's talking back, and now the water is raising, and now the water is rising. My time, to see sleep coming. Try out, the sleep that...

Divide. When the time comes. We face a problem. To promise is all. Celebrate the breath of error. Celebrate the timing of. Take hold of it. Take hold on. Swell. Swell, suffer. Well. Never leaving hope... 

Now. In giving hell for this, I have learned to depend. Consciously browse, let the diversity ground. Socially ground, leaving a cautiously effortless hole. Something to stop it. But something to go with. It torments me slow; you've watched the apathy grow. Th...

Now, while embodying the enemy. Damnation. Why scream of retribution, when no prayer of the unopened hands helping out, infected by words of creation they learn, swarming the light the forsaken, implausible burn. Now, with confidence, we burn the chains to lov...

Salvage what's left, start from the ground up. Make room again. To start from the ground up. I can't build a dream over and over. It's horribly bold. Salvaging structures in hope returning. In turn we must change everything. Eyes of fire. Sending word over the...

Before the blackened walls, this picket white protection serves as a constant curtain to the things a child sees. And blaming innocence, for what you've gone through, and in this day, you built a wall. It's 12 o'clock and she hasn't returned. What have you don...

And in the beating filth that festers. A crowning life. The blocks us in our path. One step too many, in the wrong direction. This night will mark. The. Coming of. Train yourselves in example of everything, start something worth while, futile. Leave enemies sw...